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  1. Update Right now, me and my GF are in different countries as I am back in my home country visiting family. Yesterday afternoon, I knew she had been out with some people she knows to go birdwatching. That night, we had a video call once we were both alone and had finished with everything we had to do. We chatted normally but then eventually; she started telling me about her day birdwatching. For context, I love that she has hobbies like this but personally, I find birdwatching utterly boring, and I tend to tune out when she talks about it. I was nodding along, sort of listening but then she started talking about the toilet situation, now I was engaged in the conversation. She started telling me how they were out in the middle of nowhere for hours with no toilets anywhere nearby, the only opportunity to pee would be to pop a squat in the bushes. I asked if she peed in the bushes, she said yes but told how she couldn’t wipe as she had nothing to use and so her knickers had to soak it up. Oh wow, I thought. She then stood up and started walking towards the bathroom and I asked what she was doing, she didn’t reply. In the bathroom she turned the camera from her face to the top of the washing hamper, a pair of white knickers were on top. I was very excited; I knew what was coming! She picked them up and holding them next to her face she showed the gusset to the camera. “Can you see that?” she said pointing to the stains on the gusset. I don’t know what I said, but I was hard as a rock. She then teased me by smelling them and rubbing the gusset, telling me they were still damp. She teased me for a long time, refusing to tell me how they smelled as I rubbed myself. “They smell like pee and sweat” she finally said and then after a pause added, “mostly pee.” By now I was jacking off slowly thinking about the scent of her pissy underwear as she held the gusset to the camera so I could see the pee stains up close. I said something about how they looked very pissy and asked how many times she popped a squat. “Just once” she said and then added, “but” and then left me hanging on a long pause. Damn that was a long pause! In her adorable, cute voice she said, “I might have peed a little before I got them down.” The way she was speaking was driving me wild, I love it when she speaks to me in her cute voice, its irresistible. Next, she sent me a message with a photo attached which she told me to look at immediately. I fumbled my way out of the call and into our WhatsApp chat where I found two pictures of her stood in front of a mirror in what I later learned was the bathroom of the pub where they went to after they had finished birdwatching. The first picture was her showing me her ass and pantylines in her leggings, she knows pantylines drive me wild too! In the second picture, she had pulled her leggings halfway down so that they were around her thighs so that I could see the wet crotch of her underwear. I cut back to the videocall and with a shy grin on her face and in her cute voice she said, “I might have peed again on the way to the pub, it was such a long way.” At this point, I’d love to tell you that we had really hot phone sex but that wasn’t the case, I had fired my load hearing those last words she said. This made me drop my phone and when I picked it up again, she had this massive grin on her face. The call ended pretty quickly after this because I had to clean myself up as she had made me cum in my underwear. After I had cleaned myself up and called her back, she spent the best part of an hour teasing me that there might be more but that I will never know because I didn’t last long enough to find out. Although, I do think this is actually just teasing. As I have already said in my original post, I have no idea if she is simulating this or if its real and frankly, I don’t care! Even less than I did previously! I love it!
  2. I can distinctly remember two occasions when I was a child. The first was after I had been reading a Goosebumps book and that night I had a nightmare in which I wet myself in fear and lo and behold, I had actually wet the bed. The second I remember slightly less distinctly but I know it was a dream where I was desperately trying to find a toilet at like a market or something and I woke up at the point I found the toilet to discover I was actively wetting the bed. I have a lot of pee dreams though and I don’t know if it’s psychological or a physical thing but I’m not the best at holding when i‘m full so I am prone to leaks. I’ve woken several times either early in the morning or in the middle of the night with a little pee sport on my underwear, whether I had pee dreams or not I can’t remember.
  3. Today I had been out for lunch with some family, at which I had drank 2 lattes and a pint of beer. Afterwards, I went back to a family members house to watch the football and hang out a bit, there were four of us in total. I was wearing a smart and comfy jumper and dark blue pants, underneath which I was wearing light green panties with orange trim. I needed to pee before we left the restaurant but I’m not comfortable going to public toilets unless I absolutely have to and because I knew I wasn’t going to be there much longer, I just held it. Still, even after getting to my family members house, which is only a short drive away, I didn’t go to the bathroom. Mostly, this was because I had forgotten about my need to pee whilst in the car. I took my shoes off and settled myself in an armchair in the living room, only then did thoughts of my bladder come back to me. Still, I wasn’t concerned, I was in a private home and the toilet was right there when I needed it, so I just ignored it and enjoyed the football. As the football progressed through the first half, my need to pee became more and more aggressive but again, I wasn’t concerned, the toilet was right there. I had half a plan that I would just go to the toilet at half time, but, partly because of laziness and partly because I became engaged in interesting conversations, I didn’t, and I was still holding when the second half started. Once the second half had started, I just resigned myself to wait until the end of the game, I was really desperate to pee, but I still wasn’t concerned, I could go to pee whenever I wanted to, I was in control. Since settling in for the second half, I had been seated with my legs stretched across the arm of the chair, so I had been sitting sideways in the chair. Having been sat like this for a while, my back had started to ache, and I was no longer comfortable, so I moved to seat myself more comfortably, namely, to sit more straight up to take the ease of my back. I swung my legs around from the arm to the floor and pushed myself forward at the same time so I could sit normally in the chair. Swinging my legs around was fine, but when I pushed myself up and forward there was a pop from the tip of my penis, which was immediately followed by a spurt of pee which instantly overwhelmed the thin material of my underwear. It happened so quickly that I had no chance to react, all I could do was try my best to stem the flow, which I did by pinching the tip of my penis and tensing my muscles very tightly. There was a wet spot on the front of my trousers, maybe the size of a golf ball and I had no idea how I could get up and walk past everyone without anybody noticing the wet spot on the front of my trousers. The only thing I knew for certain was that I couldn’t hold on until the end of the game. Under pressure from the overwhelming urge to pee and the quickly cooling wetness against my skin, I had to think of something. I debated the idea of trying to slink my way out sideways, always trying to keep my back to everyone else but I was too nervous to try it. The nervousness I was feeling was not helpful at all and I spurted again purely because of nerves, this enlarged the wet spot on my trousers to something akin to the size of a tennis ball. (My tennis ball analogy is purely a guess, I have no idea how big a tennis ball actually is, but it gives you an idea.) By now, I could feel myself slowly slipping down the road of losing control, I had to do something, anything, and I had to do it fast. My solution was to look around the room for something I could use to mask the wet patch on my trousers. There wasn’t much to work with, but there was a throw cover hanging over the back of the sofa, and I cooked up an idea on the spot. “I’m a little cold, can I borrow that throw” I said to those on the sofa. They looked at me a little funny as it was quite warm in there and I was so paranoid that it was such a strange thing to ask that I had immediately given myself away. Thankfully, with only a few teasing words about being weird, they passed me the throw, which I quickly draped over my lower body. Okay, so at least now my lower half was hidden, but that wasn’t really that helpful, as I still desperately needed to get to the toilet. The next part of my scheme was far weirder, and I knew would likely attract more comments, but it was the best I could come up with at the time. With the throw still draped over my lower half, I stood up to leave the room, I was so nervous that my legs were shaking and I’m pretty sure I peed again too because my crotch was warm as I walked out of the room. Leaving the room itself is a bit of a blur. I remember standing up and making some sort of comment about still being cold and a handful of comments were made as I walked out of the room, but I can’t remember what they were or who said them. I walked as quickly as I could to the bathroom, which was two rooms away and once there, I quickly locked myself in and removed my trousers and underwear, I then released an absolute massive torrent of pee into the toilet. If anybody had heard my stream, they maybe could have put two and two together, because it was an absolute monster of a stream that lasted for ages. Once the stream ended, I sat there for a few moments to gather myself and catch my breath, it was all very exciting. I pulled up my underwear which was cold and wet around my genitals and undercarriage and then my trousers on the front of which, was a sizeable wet patch at a very indiscrete location. Annoyingly, in my haste and relief I forgot to wipe or shake off my penis and so lost another little dribble of pee into my underwear, but this was like a breeze in the midst of a hurricane. After washing my hands, I covered the lower half of my body with the throw cover again and returned to the living room. As I stepped through the door, some more comments were made but thankfully, they had nothing to do with anything toilet related. I sat back in my chair and continued to hide my lower half with the throw cover. There was twenty minutes left of the second half when I returned. I was now relaxed, I had emptied my bladder, my wet trousers were hidden and all I had to do now was wait for my trousers to dry, which I guessed wouldn’t take long whilst warm under the throw cover. I’ll admit now, as I sat there in wet underwear, I started to feel very horny, I just felt so naughty to have that little secret all to myself. I did not stand up or look at my trousers for an hour, although I did occasionally touch my crotch to check how quickly I was drying off. Only once I was satisfied and had visibly checked my crotch, did I stand up and return to normal. Although, I did make an effort to keep a good distance from anyone else in case I smelled of pee. As I write this it’s now late evening and I’m still wearing the same knickers and I can confirm, I smell strongly of pee! Thanks for reading! Have a great day! Comments aare always welcome!
  4. History Baseball (Yankee fan, you've been warned lol) Rugby Union Formula 1 Writing Food and cooking Quizzing
  5. I had never considered this. I suppose this is why when i wet i get a lovely even spread similar to how a girl wets! Quiet eye opening and an advantage to being on smaller side of things i guess lol
  6. Herbal tea. Herbal tea gets me whether i'm asleep or awake. On the other hand, if the tea isn't enough and your bladder wakes you up, maybe take it with some alcohol as the alcohol should help subdue the signals your baldder sends to the brain.
  7. Honestly, just in front of a group of teenagers, particuarly teenage boys. Wet in fron of adults and the reactions will mostly be either sympathetic, meh or none at all. However, teenagers in a group are savage.
  8. Hey everyone! Ever since we have lived together (3 years now) I have always played with and smelled my girlfriends’ knickers. She knows about it, its no secret and in fact, she almost daily leaves her used underwear on top of the laundry basket for easy access. The thing is though, for most of our relationship they have just been, well, a bit boring and for a long time I would tell her that I had masturbated with her used underwear when I actually hadn’t. Of course, on some rare occasions, something decent would turn up. One example was one day last summer after we had been on a very long bike ride, and she left her underwear out for me on our bedroom floor whilst she took a shower. They were still warm and damp with her pee and sweat, it was amazing. However, these rare instances aside, its all been pretty mundane. That is, however, until recently. Several months ago, I came home from a football match, it wasn’t super late but because she had to be up early the next day, she was already fast asleep in bed when I got home. On that day, she had been out with both of her sisters whilst I was out with some friends before the game. I fixed myself a drink and then went to the bathroom to pee. There, on top of the laundry basket, she had left her knickers out for me, they were dark green cotton briefs, and they were waiting just for me. I picked them up and inhaled the gusset, fully expecting to be underwhelmed as usual, but no, not this time. Firstly, the gusset was still a little damp, secondly, they smelled very strongly of pee and thirdly, they were visibly and very obviously pee stained. This was the jackpot for me, and I cracked one out all over the gusset before putting them back exactly where I had found them so she would see what I had done when she got up the next morning. The next day, I didn’t get to see her until the late evening but when we finally did see each other, she almost immediately said, “I saw you were happy with your present last night.” I told her I was more than happy and then in great detail, I told her how much her pee-stained knickers turned me on. This led to some amazing and very rough sex, after which, I asked how she had come to pee herself the day before. She told me it was just because of all the walking, buses and not many opportunities to go to the toilet, meaning she leaked a few times throughout the day. Jolly good stuff, I thought to myself. After this, things returned to the status quo for a couple of weeks, with nothing significant being left for me, although I did still wank off with her knickers a handful of times if they smelled faintly of pee or were a bit sweaty or crusty with other juices. Then, one Sunday evening, I was at home playing on the PC when she came home late from the theatre. We talked about our days for a bit and then she stripped off to take a shower, leaving her clothes piled on the floor outside the bathroom door, her knickers left invitingly on top of the pile. She had been wearing plain, black jeans, some sort of dark coloured blouse thing, boots, black bra and dark blue briefs. Her knickers were damp and warm to the touch and smelled strongly of pee and musk. I wanted to join her in the shower, but the door was locked, and she wouldn’t let me in, telling me I had to wait. It wasn’t easy, but I did wait and when she came out, I took her firmly and inhaling the scent of her pissy underwear, she told me in detail how she had peed a little whilst queuing for the toilets and then again as she walked home with her friends, telling me that after the show the queue for the toilets was just as big as it had been at the interval and she didn’t want to wait and thought she could hold it until she got home. This again let to some of the best sex we have ever had. After this, there has been numerous more times like this, the most recent being just over a week ago. It isn’t always as obvious as for example, when she had been to the theatre, but in recent months, it has gone from mundane with the occasional pee stain, to much more regular pee-stained underwear. I really do enjoy this, and I am not in any way complaining and we always get great sex out of it, and she firmly maintains that it is all real and not just for my benefit. She has told me multiple times that she is not peeing herself on purpose and that it is all natural, claiming that this is not unusual for her and that this is one of the reasons why she is so onboard with this, that she can naturally provide something that turns me on so much. However, I’m just not sure that I fully believe her. I have told her time and time again that it doesn’t matter to me if it is real or simulated, its just as good either way but she doggedly maintains her position. I would like to hear some opinions on this. Do you think she is simulating for our benefit? Or do you think she is telling the truth? I want to reiterate, the responses I get here won’t change anything, this is not a big issue and I know how lucky I am, I’m honestly just curious on people’s opinions. Dates have been obfuscated for privacy reasons.
  9. Glad you enjoyed it! It was a little different to what I’d usually write, but I had fun with it
  10. Warning; This story contains some very mild poop content. A single shot rang out around the bay and a lifeless body hit the floor with a soft thud. Unheard by none except the sea birds, it went totally unnoticed. The body would not be discovered for several hours, in which time the killer made off into the bustle of the city. It would prove another frustrating case for the city’s police department, in a year already blighted by rising crime and cutbacks to patrols and core manpower. In the morning the case would land on the desk of Detective Sarah Pollard, an experienced, meticulous officer, who took her job seriously and was well known for getting results. At the age of thirty-eight, she was still one of the more junior detectives, but because she had been an officer since the age of eighteen, she was widely regarded as one of the most experienced officers on the force. She had risen slowly through her career and had turned down promotion on several separate occasions, but promotion was never her goal, service to the people was. It took a fair amount of persuasion and promises to cajole her into accepting the promotion. Still, it was hoped that she could pull off her usual magic and bring about a result that could turn the year around and bring at least some positivity to an otherwise drab year of results. After all, it was an election year, and the Incumbent Mayor was relying on something, anything, that could resemble some kind of success that he could sell to his electorate, and it would be Sarah’s job to deliver it. Sarah woke with a start. She had been dreaming about how she used to ride horses as a young girl on her uncle’s farm. She would ride for hours and never grew tired of being in the saddle. Her father always joked that she should emigrate to Mongolia, where he said she could ride all the horses she could ever want and as a young girl, she harboured the dream of leaving the city behind and pursuing a life in the saddle. As she grew older, these dreams faded to nothing and instead she embraced the reality of life in the city. She still rode on occasion, but not as often as she would have liked. She rolled over and gave her husband a peck on the cheek, her thick brown hair falling onto his face as she did so. He twitched and turned over and began to snore again. She looked at the clock on the bedside table, it was five in the morning. Her alarm wasn’t due to sound for another two hours but even still, she considered getting up there and then. She figured it would do her good to be one of the first Detectives at the precinct and a head start on her backlog of cases was never a bad thing. She rubbed her eyes and sat on the edge of the bed. For a minute she stared at her feet and thought about the backlog of cases, so much violence and theft that she wondered if the world was somehow going backwards. She put these thoughts to one side and got up from the bed and went to the window. She peered discreetly from behind the curtain and looked out onto the street. It was quiet and clean, everything that the city wasn’t. She let the curtain fall back into place, careful not to let too much light pour into the room, lest it wake her husband. She crept out of the room and closed the door gently, being sure not to let the door bang on the frame as it often did if not gentle enough. From there she collected the newspaper from the doormat and placed it on the kitchen table before making a pot of coffee. She scanned the headlines as the coffee machine did its work. It was all bad news. Strikes, political machinations, missing donation money and to top it off, the local sports team had gone into administration. “Oh wonderful” she said sardonically. After a few minutes there was a beep, signalling that the coffee machine had completed its task and without bothering to finish the sentence she was reading, she got up and quickly filled a mug with the hot liquid and took a long draft. She sighed happily as the bitter liquid slid down her throat, but it was just a little too hot and so she took her mug and placed it carefully on the table to cool. In the meantime, she went off to start her morning ablutions. The first stop, as is usual for most people, was the bathroom. She brushed the knots out of her hair with a faint ripping sound that often made her husband wince. “Does that not hurt?” he must have asked a thousand times and each time it would make her chuckle. As she made her way through her long mane of hair, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She had gained a kilo or two since becoming a detective but even still, she was still in good shape. Some would describe her as curvy, other might even use the word chubby but personally, she liked the word voluptuous. She took a little excess belly fat in one hand and measured the depth with her fingers. Unsatisfied with the results, she pulled the waistband of her white fullback briefs up until the soft material controlled and slimmed down the bulge. “It’ll mean another diet” she said to nobody but herself as the waistband snapped into place, clinging tightly to her body. She continued to work out all the knots and tangles, it was a significant job for someone with so much hair and as she did so, she couldn’t help but to scan her body again. She liked her breasts, although she did think they were a little too cumbersome, but as her husband would balk at even the suggestion of a breast reduction, she was content to live with the occasional back ache. Moving downwards she quickly scanned past her midriff, unwilling to acknowledge her excess belly fat for any more than was necessary and moved instead onto her legs. She liked her thighs, she had always liked her thighs, although the chafing that sometimes came with thick thighs was an occasional problem, but it was one which she was happy to live with, she couldn’t bear to be without thick thighs. As she admired her thighs, she noticed for the first time the wet patch on the crotch of her white knickers and despite already looking at it in the mirror, she instinctively looked down at the offending stain and frowned suspiciously. Tentatively, she rubbed the stain with the tip of her fingers, it was cool and moist. She raised her fingers to her nose and sniffed cautiously, hoping that it was an unusually localised sweat stain. Unfortunately, it was as she had feared, her fingers had emerged carrying the unmistakable scent of pee. “When did that happen?” she asked herself, bemused that she had not noticed until now. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together and crossed her legs, but the action was more out of instinct than necessity, as far as she knew her bladder had no need to be emptied, it was giving no signs at any rate. “At least it isn’t much” she said looking once again at the offending pee stain. “What isn’t much?” asked the sleepy voice of her husband through the bathroom door. “Oh, nothing to worry about. I’ve had a little wee in my knickers, that’s all.” Sarah said. “You’ve had what?” he asked back sleepily. “Never mind” she said, it was hardly anything to bother him with at any rate. “I’ll be out in a second” she added. She put the hairbrush down and after pulling her knickers down she sat on the toilet. For a few moments nothing happened, and she was about to get up again, but then out of nowhere she felt her bladder fill instantly and then a surge of pee thundered out of her body and into the bowl. She gasped audibly, both by the sheer force of her urination and the suddenness in which it had happened. It lasted a good minute before the flow finally stemmed and she was able to wipe herself and stand up from the toilet. She pulled her knickers up high, so the waistband held in her belly and after washing her hands, she opened the door for her husband. As she emerged, he looked at her sleepily and clumsily kissed her on the lips “Good morning” she said, “are you getting up?” “Are you kidding?” he asked “at this time on a Sunday! No thank you. I’m going back to bed where I can fantasize that we’re on holiday and we can fuck all day, without a care in the world” he said lustfully as he took Sarah firmly around the waist with his strong arms. She didn’t resist and willingly fell into his arms, feeling her pussy throb as she felt his hand slide down the back of her knickers to grab her ass. “I can take leave in a month, and then I'm all yours” she whispered in his ear. “A month is no good, I want you now” he said as his other hand grabbed her pussy. “Someone is definitely happy to see me” he said feeling the wetness against his fingers. Sarah smiled wryly and considered for a moment whether she wanted to entertain her husband’s ego, or whether she wanted to tell the truth and really mess with him. In the end, it was an easy choice. “Sorry to burst your bubble but what you have there is nothing more than a handful of pee” she said and then watched on with amusement as her husband’s face dropped. “What?” he said seriously as she slowly pulled his hand clear. “I did tell you, but you weren’t listening, as usual” she said teasingly. “You never said anything” he protested. “I did. I literally just told you that I had a little wee in my knickers” she said honestly. “Oh, I thought you said something about tea” he said as he looked disappointingly at the pee stain on his wife’s briefs. “Nope, not tea, sorry about that. But look, I don’t have a lot of time now, I'll make it up to you later, I promise” she said before kissing him passionately on the lips. By the time Sarah returned to her coffee, it was lukewarm and ready to enjoy. Sarah was reading a report when her boss, Chief Inspector Jack Wells came through her door and seated himself on the chair opposite. An older man with a short crop of grey hair surrounding a bald pate and a thick black moustache, he was a physically imposing man who spoke with the thick accent of someone who was born and bred in the roughest neighbourhood of the city. His demeanour was usually as sour as his wife’s cooking and as he sat opposite, Sarah could tell he was in his usual, irritable mood. “Morning” he said with only the mildest of courtesy. “Morning skipper” she said jovially, hoping unsuccessfully that it would rub off on him. “There was a murder last night down by the bay” he said cutting off any hope of idle chit chat, “If it was up to me, I’d have given it to Cole, but it’s out of my hands. The Chief was at my desk this morning and he wanted this case for you specifically, though I can’t fathom why.” he trailed off as he waited for a response which never came, so he continued. “Whatever you’re working on now is to be put on the back burner and Cole is lined up to take on any cases which can’t wait. This is effective immediately. Here is the report and all we have so far.” He said as he dropped the paper file on her desk. Sarah looked at the file and then at Jack, who was glaring at her with so much derision that she wondered if she should put in for a transfer. She was confused why she would have been selected for such an obviously important case and she wondered if it was some sort of poisoned chalice, an unsolvable case that could end a career. Still, it mattered little. All that mattered was what was in front of her, and she knew she was in no place to argue or refuse. “If that’s what you want, I'll get onto it right away sir.” She said simply, hoping to be free of Jack as soon as possible. “It isn’t what I want by any means, but you’ll do it anyway” Jack said as he stood from the chair and without a further word he left, slamming the door hard as he left. Sarah jumped as the door slammed and she momentarily felt silly for jumping at such a little thing. Sarah read the report which Jack had left, and her bemusement only intensified. On the surface it seemed like just another gangland hit. One man dead with a single small calibre gunshot wound to the head. There were no witnesses and no forensics. It was typical for any gangland murder, the only strange thing was the location, but as murders happened all over the city, it seemed only a matter of time that the bay area would be affected at some point and now that this was her new priority, she wanted to see the crime scene as soon as possible. She grabbed her handbag and warrant card and left her office, being sure to lock the door as she left. She meandered her way through the maze of cubicles that made up the admin workforce of the department. She greeted several people by name as she did so, she was a popular face around the building and her skill at remembering names and little personal details about people was a big part of that, outside of Jack Wells, it would be nearly impossible to find someone who had a bad word to say about her. Still, she knew it was best not to dwell on such things and she reminded herself of what her husband would often say to her, “your energy is best spent on the things you care about”. It was simple but true and she appreciated that. The parking garage was empty as she unlocked her car. The car was new, and the dark blue paint was still factory fresh. She opened the passenger side door and placed her handbag on the black leather seat and then shut the door again. She then walked to the driver’s side and opened the door. As the new car smell hit her, she breathed it in deeply and enjoyed the short-lasting aroma. She stepped into the car and let her buttocks sink into the alluring softness of the leather seat which hugged her firmly around the hips. Every time she had sat in the car since buying it, she had been amazed by how comfortable the seats were. It wasn’t just her, everyone else who had tried it commented the same thing, but this time something was different. She shifted uncomfortably, manoeuvring her bum this way and that trying to find a comfortable position, but no matter what she tried, she just couldn’t get it right. Baffled, she stepped out of the car and checked the seat to see if something was wrong, but as far as she could tell, all was as it should be. She shrugged, brushing it off as just one of the little oddities of life. She got back in the car again but just as before; something was not right. She could feel it. She looked around the garage, but it was still empty. Nevertheless, she checked all the mirrors too and only once she was sure she was alone, she gently lifted the hem of her skirt and then slid a hand down the front of her tights. As her fingers moved further south, they eventually brushed up against a wet patch, which she assessed on the spot to be the size of a golf ball. She knew what it was immediately but nevertheless, she gave her fingers a quick sniff just be certain and was not at all surprised when the scent of pee filled her nostrils. She winced at the smell and then quickly fixed her skirt as she heard voices suddenly fill the parking garage. She looked out to the right side and saw two patrol officers walking in her direction. Quickly, she pretended to look for something in her handbag and she had to suppress a jump when there was a knock on her window. She looked out of the window and the officers were both stood there as if they were waiting for her. She wound down the window. “Can I help you?” she asked. “Yes, ma'am” the younger of the two said “can you tell us where zone BETA is? We’re both still new here, haven’t found our way around yet.” Sarah smiled and gestured to the other end of the garage. “BETA is down there, just go to the end and around the corner. You can’t miss it” she said. “Okay” the young officer said again “thank you ma’am. You have a great day now”. “You too” Sarah said before winding up the window. As the two officers walked away, the younger officer turned to his slightly older colleague, and they shared a look. “Am I crazy, or did that chick smell like she’s pissed her pants?” The younger officer asked once they were safely outside of Sarah’s earshot. “You aren’t crazy” the other officer said, and they both laughed. Sarah watched the officers walk away and cursed herself. The pee that had dribbled into her knickers had been soaked up and her crotch was bathed in a gentle warmth. She clenched her thighs and thanked her lucky stars that she had contained the leak to only a dribble. The urgency with which she had been hit may easily have meant an accident of greater proportions if she had not been quick to react. The strangest thing was that it had come out of nowhere and was gone again just as quickly. She checked the time, it was barely eleven, she still had plenty of time to get to the crime scene. She picked up her handbag and got out of the car, locking the doors as she walked briskly away. The nearest bathroom was just down the corridor and she walked there with as much urgency as she felt she could get away with, she had no idea if the urgency would hit again and she had no intention of finding out. She entered the bathroom and quickly secreted herself in a stall, locking the door firmly behind her. She lifted her skirt and then dropped first her tights and then her knickers. She sat on the toilet and waited, but just like earlier in the morning, nothing was happening, but she was taking no chances. As she continued to wait, she looked down at her knickers and at the wet patch that adorned a large chunk of the thick gusset. It had soaked through to the other side but thankfully, the material was thick enough to keep her tights dry. Nevertheless, she had done a real number on herself, and she felt ashamed. She was a thirty-eight-year-old detective, after all. Eventually, her bladder stopped playing games and released a surging torrent of pee that echoed around the empty bathroom. She was less surprised than before but even still; the force still took her breath away. She ripped off some toilet paper and wiped herself down and then ripped off some more, which she used to pad dry her knickers and though it made little difference, she did at least feel thankful that she hadn’t bothered to change her knickers that morning. “Every cloud and all that.” she whispered to herself before pulling up her knickers, which were stone cold, and she grimaced as the wet cotton wrapped and clung itself around her mound. “Quick pit stop at home, I reckon” she said before leaving the stall to go home. By the time she pulled up on the driveway, it was just after eleven thirty. She quickly grabbed her keys from her handbag and then went inside. Judging by the silence she deduced that her husband was still in bed, which she thought was for the best. Quietly and almost on tiptoes, she made her way into their bedroom, where she found her husband still in bed and sound asleep. She opened the middle draw of her bedside table and pulled out the first thing that came to hand and then quietly left again. Once outside the bedroom she looked at what she had come out with, it was a black whale tail thong. “That’s no good” she said cursing her bad luck, she owned only one thong, and she thought it typical that it came to the top of the pile now at the worst possible time. Once again, she crept back to the bedroom and placed the thong back where she had found it and took out another pair, which she checked this time to make sure was suitable enough to serve her needs of the day. Once this was confirmed, she left yet again and then made her way to the bathroom. She quickly stripped off, throwing her pissy knickers into the wash basket without a second thought and then wiped herself down with a baby wipe. After this, she slipped herself into the clean knickers she had selected, which turned out to be another pair of high waisted full back briefs and then finished dressing herself with black tights and the sensible black skirt she had been wearing all day. After this was taken care of it was back to the grindstone, crime wouldn’t solve itself, after all. The traffic through the city was abysmal. Cars honked and men shouted as the traffic stood stationary on what was meant to be the cities ring road. The road followed the coastline on one side and skirted the boundary of the city on the other. It was a stark contrast. On one side the delightful vistas of the coast, beaches and blue sea filled the landscape. On the other, it was skyscrapers and industrial complexes belching out smoke and steam. The locals were used to it, they had seen it all before and had become hardened to the realities of life in the city. It was a different story for tourists. Tourists would arrive in the city with grand ideas of idyllic city life. They pictured plush bars furnished with oak tables and soft leather sofas and penthouse apartments with views over a clear city skyline. The tourist ads never mentioned the smoke and steam, or the murder and robberies either. But for Sarah, it was just another day in her life. She knew better than to get frustrated at the standstill traffic, there was nothing she could do about it. She looked out of the window and down onto the street below. On one side a burnt-out car lay abandoned. On the other, a group of youths prowled outside of a pool bar, glaring at anyone who came too close. She would rather be down there, at least down there she could make a difference, or at least try at any rate. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a metallic crash, followed by a scream, and then shouting. The noise came from behind and Sarah looked in her rear-view mirror to see that one car had rammed into another and judging by the traffic around them, it was done on purpose. She undid her seat belt and took out her warrant card from her handbag. She stepped out of the car and walked towards the commotion. By now the two drivers, both older looking men, had gotten out of their cars and as Sarah approached had just squared up to each other. “Okay, lets calm it down gentlemen” Sarah said calmly as she came upon the two men. “Fuck off lady, this isn’t your business” one of the men snapped back at her. “It is my business. Police” she said waving her warrant card in the air so everyone nearby could see it. The two men backed off from each other and stared back at Sarah who, now that she had their attention, put her warrant card away. “What happened here?” She asked calmly. Both men tried to answer at the same time so that their responses become a single jumbled blob of nothing. “One at a time please” Sarah said. Both men seemed ready to speak again but stopped when two more officers arrived on the scene. Sarah turned to see it was the two patrol officers she had seen earlier in the parking garage. She greeted them in surprise, patrol officers would usually be sent to walk the streets, not drive the ring road, but it wasn’t her responsibility, so she didn’t press the issue. “Do you need assistance here ma’am?” The older of the two officers asked. “I had it under control thank you, but you can take over now. I didn’t see what happened, but I heard it. Anyway, I have places to be, and the traffic seems to be moving again. You two can handle this, right?” The two patrol officers shared a look. “Sure thing ma’am, we have this covered” the older of the two said. Sarah thanked the officers and returned to her car and just in time too, because the traffic had started to move once again. It was another hour until Sarah arrived at the crime scene and it was all for nothing because it was gone. The cordon taped hung limply of the railings but that was the only evidence a murder had ever been committed here. “Son of a bitch” she said viciously as she pulled out her phone and called her boss, Jack Wells. The phone rang twice before Jack picked up. “What is it?” He asked gruffly. “I’m down at the bay crime scene, but it’s all gone” Sarah said indignantly. “Yeah, so what?” Jack fired back just as indignantly. “Well, where has it gone? Why is it gone? She asked. “It’s gone because the locals wanted it gone” Jack said as if Sarah was stupid for not realizing this. “Since when do we clear up a scene because the locals wanted it so?” She asked. “As a rule, we don’t. But certain people of influence live in the bay area and they wanted it gone and so, as you can see, its gone.” Sarah was open mouthed in disbelief. In all her years in uniform she had never seen such a thing happen before. It was unbelievable. She struggled to find anything to say, it all seemed so futile. “Well, if there’s nothing else” Jack said before quickly hanging up. Sarah was stunned. For several minutes she could only stand in silence, her phone still held pointlessly to her ear. What was happening to this city? She thought to herself as she finally snapped back to reality and put her phone away. She looked around and saw nothing but the sea, empty benches, and expensive apartment buildings. She stared at the apartment buildings, it was someone in there, she knew it. Without thinking she began walking towards the buildings, her steps gathering pace the closer she got. She stared at the building that was closest, “Vita Bona” the sign above the main entrance said. She banged on the doors but achieved nothing except scaring some birds. She stepped back and gazed up at the top of the building, hoping to see some form of life. “Can I help you?” a soft voice asked, startling Sarah. She spun around to see an old man, with balding white hair and a clean-shaven face. He looked ancient. “Maybe. I want to get into this building” she said. “Well, it’s your lucky day. I live here” the old man said. “But why would I let you in”. “I’m with the Police” Sarah said, flashing her warrant card. “Crime? In here? Unthinkable” the old man said dismissively. “Maybe, maybe not. That’s what I want to find out” Sarah said. “Very well” the old man said quietly. He took a key out from his sleeve and with trembling hands he unlocked the doors. Sarah thanked him and pushed the door open and then held it until the old man had passed through. “Are you here to see anyone in particular” the old man asked. “That depends on who lives here” Sarah said. “Nobody of interest. Well, we have some guy who claims to be some big shot lawyer from out of town but, I don’t buy it.” Sarah’s interested was piqued. “Tell me, what apartment does this big shot lawyer live in?” Sarah asked. “Seven twenty-one, I think. His name is Austin Maduro” the old man said smoothly. Sarah repeated the name and number and thanked the man profusely. The man waved away her thanks and quickly made his goodbyes before disappearing into an elevator. By pure chance, Sarah felt like she had a lead. Sarah rang the bell to apartment seven twenty-one and waited. She could hear some noise inside and she hoped to get an audience with the man. The door opened and the face of a young woman peered around the corner. “Yes?” the young woman said. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I'm here to see Austin Maduro” Sarah said and hoped the old man was right. The young woman smiled. “Come in and make yourself comfortable” she said cheerily. Sarah accepted the invitation and stepped past the door. In front of her a vast expanse of living space opened out in front of her. The place was well furnished with the most luxurious furniture and the most modern tech available. The young woman gestured to a large brown leather sofa and Sarah sat down, feeling pleased that something was finally going her way. “Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? Cognac?” the young woman asked. “No, I'm fine thank you” Sarah said. “Will Austin be long?” “I shouldn’t think so” the young woman said. As Sarah waited, she admired the fastidious nature and attention to detail whoever had designed this place had. Everything matched perfectly and not a single item was out of place. It was like a perfectly choreographed dance. She thought it unusual that a lawyer would have either the time or the patience for such attention to detail and she wondered if the young woman was his wife, but despite her curiosity, she decided it was irrelevant for the moment. Sarah spent another ten minutes waiting and admiring the decor before a man appeared through the balcony door. He was tall and well dressed in a fitted designer suit. Everything matched from his black shoes to the black frames of his spectacles. He was a young man, Sarah guessed he was no more than twenty-five years of age and he held himself in such a way that Sarah was in no doubt that this was indeed a man of some stature and repute. “Who is this?” the man asked the young woman, pointing at Sarah. “My name is Sarah Pollard” Sarah said, stepping in before the young woman could respond and she was about to state her business, but the man cut her off with a hand gesture. “Well, Sarah Pollard, I have no idea what it is you are doing here but would you kindly refrain from urinating on my sofa!” the man snapped angrily. “What?” Sarah blurted out in complete confusion. “My sofa sent a notification to my phone! So, please kindly remove yourself before you do any more damage!” the man said. Sarah looked at him as if he had gone mad and maybe he had. Sofas do not send notifications, everyone knows that. She wondered if this was some sort of game he was playing, trying to unsettle her and make her lose her cool. She was about to respond in the most indignant manner possible, but then she felt it. Out of nowhere she became aware that her crotch was cold and wet. The realisation was so sudden and stunning that she hardly believed it and at first, she assumed that this was somehow part of a big trick that she was not aware of, but the feeling did not dissipate, and it was then she knew that this was all too real. She jumped up from the sofa, her face burning red with shame, on the spot she spun to look at the sofa, assuming she would find a lake of liquid. Instead, she found nothing except a butt print from where she had been sitting. “I don’t understand” she said timidly. “It’s a feature I had set up when I bought a new dog. It senses moisture” the man explained off handily. “It can be temperamental sometimes. You have my apology” the man said, and he seemed genuinely contrite. “Why are you here, Sarah Pollard?” Sarah straightened herself up and did her best to ignore the cold wetness between her thighs. “I am here on official business” Sarah said vaguely, not wanting to give anything away. However, just as the words were leaving her lips, she felt a trickle of pee leave her body and quickly soak into her underwear. Discreetly, Sarah clenched her thighs tightly together and she shivered as she felt the warm liquid dribble down the inside of her thighs. “Official business?” Austin asked. “Yes. Urgent official business, I might add too” Sarah said vaguely. “Please be direct, I am a very busy man” Austin said sharply, losing his patience with Sarah’s profundity. “Of course,” Sarah said, “but might it be possible to use your bathroom first” she added very quickly as another dribble of pee fell from her body and into her underwear, which, on this occasion was unable to soak it up and instead the warm liquid travelled quickly down the inside of her legs, leaving faint streaks on her tights as it did so. “No. You will tell me your purpose here and you will be quick about it. Need I remind you I am a very busy man” Austin said. Sarah stared blankly at the man. She could feel her composure beginning to slip away and panic was beginning to set in. “I am with the Police, and I am here to talk about the murder in the bay this morning, I would be happy to provide you with more details but please, may I use your bathroom first” Sarah blurted out far too quickly. So quick in fact that it sounded to Austin as little more than the ramblings of a mad woman. The only word he picked up was Police. “Police? Well now this puts a different spin on things” Austin said before turning back to the balcony and leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Sarah looked at the young woman with an expression of utter confusion. In turn, the young woman looked back with a cool expression which gave away nothing and with a chilly tone said, “That is your signal to leave.” Sarah was exasperated at her treatment but at the same time, she was in no position to argue, and she knew it. Without so much as a word of goodbye, Sarah turned tail and vacated the apartment as fast as her legs would carry her and as soon as the door closed behind her, she waddled unceremoniously towards the nearest elevator. Up until now she had stemmed the flow but as another, much longer, dribble of pee fell from her body, she knew it was only a matter of time before lost control entirely and she would be damned if it happened in front of Austin Maduro. The elevator binged loudly, signalling its arrival. She stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. The doors slid closed behind her, and she doubled over on herself and held her crotch firmly. She stuffed a hand up her skirt and between her thighs, it seemed to help, but even still her fingers quickly became a siphon as pee trickled through them. The doors opened and she ran for the exit. Once outside she scanned the area frantically for a bathroom or failing that, a quiet spot where she could pop a squat without risk of being seen. But there was nothing to be seen, the area was open and barren of any kind of obstacles. Except her car. She ran towards her car with all the recklessness of one who was desperate to not shame themselves. She stumbled a couple of times over stray objects and the outer edges of benches, but this was little more than a trifle given the current state of events. By the time she reached her car she was almost at a full sprint, and she only just brought herself to a halt before crashing headfirst into the side of the car. She shimmied around the car until it was between her and the apartments she had just came from. The only thing in front of her was an empty beach and the sea. She looked around once and then twice more and only then, once she was satisfied, she was alone and that nobody could see her did she lift her skirt to her waist. With great speed she tugged her tights down, ripping great seams in them as she did so. Nevertheless, she wasn’t quite fast enough, and it was coming out before she could get her knickers out of the way, leaving great streaks as it did so, but she hardly cared. As the solid mound of poop dropped from her ass she felt an overwhelming sense of relief. In that moment it hardly mattered that she had totally wet herself in the elevator, leaving a huge pool of pee behind in her wake, or that she had very nearly wet herself in the presence of Austin Maduro. No, all that mattered was that she had avoided soiling herself too, for the most part at least. In the end she left two solid mounds of poop on the floor next to her car, which she hoped would pass as dog poop, should anyone wonder. Once sure it was all out, she shimmied to the side and opened the passenger side door and retrieved a tissue from the glove box, with which she used to wipe her bum clean. She had wiped her bum twice before she heard voices approaching from her right-hand side. Quick like a snake, she stared at the direction from which the voices were coming from and at the same time she quickly pulled her knickers and tights back up. From there she stood up straight and let her skirt fall so that it fell below her knees. As the people got closer, she saw it was a man and a woman walking their dog. She smiled at the pair, and they waved hello. The car was between her, and the couple and she hoped it would stay that way when she remembered the state of her tights, which were utterly soaked and torn in large sections. However, not wanting to take any chances, Sarah seated herself carefully on the back of her skirt and after kicking off her shoes, she quickly slid her tights off and then stuffed them in the glove box. Out of sight, out of mind, she thought. Thankfully, the couple passed without issue and for the first time in ten minutes, her heart began to settle down and beat to its regular rhythm. It was just after three in the afternoon when Robert let himself into the house. Robert was Aaron’s brother and he had come round to take Aaron to a baseball game. It was a little early, he wasn’t due to pick him up until four, but he thought with the extra time they could grab a beer before going to the ballpark. Much to his dismay however, his brother was still in bed. “Lazy bastard” he said to himself quietly. Still, he was early, and he thought he would give his brother until he had been to the bathroom before waking him up. He opened the bathroom door and then closed it behind him. He walked to the toilet and unzipped his fly and then let out a long stream of pee. Once finished, he shook himself dry and then went to wash his hands. The sink was right next to the cupboard that doubles up as the was basket and he could see something was stuck between the door and the cupboard wall. He yanked at the blockage and pulled out some white material. He was just about to put it away again and close the door properly when he realised it wasn’t just some white material, it was a pair of Sarah’s knickers. Robert wasn’t necessarily attracted to Sarah but nonetheless, he was intrigued enough that he couldn’t just discard her used knickers that easily. He unfurled the material until he could see them full profile, just as if she was wearing them. “Oh my oh my” he said as he spied the dark stain on the lower front of the garment. He assumed, much like his brother had earlier, that it was discharge or juice from sexual arousal and he was thoroughly surprised when he sniffed the crotch and realised it was all pee. He shrank away from the strong aroma and shook his head violently. “Damn man. She pissed her pants” he said in disbelief. He thew the knickers onto the sink and they landed front down so that the pissy crotch was hidden from view. He shook his head some more. “Hell no, man. This ain’t it” he said as he picked them up tentatively by the outer edges. For the first time he noticed the brown lines that were streaked down the back, even from the outside the skid marks were easily visible. “This is not right” he said to himself, thoroughly disgusted. He opened the cupboard and threw the knickers inside and closed the door, but even still the smell of stale pee and poop hung in the air. Then, the front door opened. Sarah returned home and was surprised to see that her front door was no longer locked. She opened the door, fully expecting to be greeted by her husband. Instead, she was surprised again when her brother-in-law Robert, emerged from the bathroom. “Hello Robert” Sarah said, more formally than she had intended. “Hey Sarah” Robert replied in a strange tone of voice. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “Baseball” he said simply with a shrug. “Oh, of course. It’s Sunday. Silly me.” She said but received nothing more than another shrug from Robert. “Is everything okay?” she asked, sensing something was wrong. “I’m fine” he said coolly, “and you?” he added sharply. “I’m okay” Sarah said, taken aback by his tone. She wondered if she had upset him in some way but for the life of her, she couldn’t think of anything she could have possibly done to offend him. “Listen, I need to grab something from the bedroom, do you want me to wake Aaron whilst I’m in there?” she asked. “Sure” Robert said coldly. Sarah left Robert and strolled into the bedroom and after quickly grabbing a pair of knickers and stuffing them in her handbag, she woke her husband, telling him Robert was here to take him to the baseball. After that, Sarah went back into the living room, where Robert was sat on the sofa, doing something on his phone. “I have to go back to work but have a nice time at the game” she said and waited a moment for a response, but after she got nothing more than a shrug, she left him to go to the bathroom. She closed the bathroom door, being sure to lock it firmly behind her. She lifted her skirt to her waist and slid her pissy knickers down to her ankles, she then stepped out of them and picked them up by the furthest edges of the waistband. She held them up in the light and examined the damage she had done to them. They were visibly soaked and sopping wet to the touch, so much so she reckoned she could have easily squeezed excess pee out of the material. “At least I didn’t soil myself too” she whispered and then glancing at the thick skids on the back said, “well, not much anyway”. She opened the cupboard that contained the wash basket and threw them inside haphazardly, happy to be free of them. She then retrieved the clean pair from her bag, they were crisp, white, high waisted fullback briefs and they felt glorious as she pulled them up high on her waist. Then, once she fixed her skirt, she flushed the toilet to give the impression she had used it and then she left, not bothering to say goodbye to Robert as she did so. She made certain to slam the front door behind her as she left. She was driving back to the precinct when her phone rang, it was her boss, Jack Wells. She answered. “Get back here as soon as possible” he said, without any means of introduction. “What’s the emergency?” she asked. “You’ll find out when you get here” he said and then hung up. How strange Sarah thought. Sarah parked her car and made her way quickly up to Jack’s office. The door was open so she only gave a cursory tap on the glass before entering. “You wanted to see me” Sarah said. Jack looked up from his newspaper and glared at Sarah. “Pollard, we have received a complaint” Jack said severely. “A complaint? About me?” Sarah asked, bemused by the insinuation. “Yes. The complaint is from a Mr. Austin Maduro” Jack said, his anger rising. Sarah’s face flushed with fury. “Sir, I only wanted to ask him some basic questions about the bay murder. His apartment is directly opposite the crime scene, it’s possible he saw something” Sarah said eloquently. “So, you think he might be a witness?” Jack asked, his anger seemingly cooling. “Potentially, sir, yes.” Sarah said. “I see. So, you think that because there is a chance that this man might have seen something, that gives you the right to barge into his home and then proceed to… urinate on his floor!” Jack blasted angrily. Sarah looked at him, aghast. She was so sure he hadn't seen anything. “Sir, that is preposterous” Sarah said as calmly as she could, all the while she could feel her cheeks beginning to burn a fiery shade of red. “So, you deny it?” Jack asked. “I do sir, in the strongest possible terms” Sarah said. “Very well. In all my years in this job I have never once had a complaint like this and I must be honest, I am reluctant to believe it” Jack said, and Sarah was surprised by his somewhat kindly tone. “Thank you, sir,” Sarah said, puffing out her chest. “Did you come straight here after leaving Mr. Maduro?” Jack asked. “I did” Sarah lied. “Very well. Strange times call for strange solutions, wouldn’t you agree?” Jack asked. Sarah thought about the question for a heartbeat before answering. “I guess I would sir, yes.” Jack nodded. “Very well then. Let’s put this matter to bed as quickly as possible.” Jack said and then stood up and walked to the door. He poked his head outside and pointing to someone outside said, “Officer Livingstone, come here please.” Jack sat back down behind his desk and a heartbeat later a young, female officer poked her head nervously around the door. “Yes, sir?” the voice said inquisitively. “Officer Livingstone, please come in and close the door.” Officer Livingstone, an attractive blonde of slender build with bright blue eyes, did as she was bid and took a seat next to Sarah on her left-hand side. “How can I help you sir?” Livingstone asked nervously. “Livingstone, this is Detective Pollard.” Jack said and the two ladies nodded and greeted each other amiably. “I have received an unusual complaint regarding Detective Pollard’s conduct today and I want you to investigate the matter.” Jack said simply. “Sir, whilst I will gladly do all I can, I feel obliged to remind you that I am not a detective and have no experience in leading an investigation.” Livingstone said formally. “Cool your breeze, this will be a very simple investigation. Detective Pollard, I have a simple solution that can put this whole matter to bed in a few moments, if only you’ll consent” Jack said and looked at Sarah expectantly. For her part, Sarah had no idea what Jack was planning but at the same time, she didn’t really care. All she wanted was to put this behind her so she could put the whole thing behind her as soon as possible. “I’ll consent to whatever it takes, sir” Sarah said. “Good. Officer Livingstone, do you also consent?” Jack asked the young officer. “Yes, sir” Livingstone agreed, “whatever it takes.” “Okay then. Detective Pollard, you will now go off with Officer Livingstone into my private bathroom. Once there, you will submit to a strip search” Jack said and stopped to allow a reply from either lady. “A strip search” both ladies asked, almost in unison. “What am I searching for?” Livingstone added, her voice thick with confusion. “As strange as it sounds, you are to check the condition of Detective Pollard’s… undergarments. To be precise, you are looking for any signs of… urination. You will report back to me personally any findings. I am aware how strange this is but, do you understand?” Jack asked Livingstone directly. “I do, sir” Livingstone answered with rosy cheeks and her voice heavy with bemusement. “Let me be clear. You will report back to me and only me! If you ever speak a word of this to any one at any point, I will see you out of your career faster than you can spit. On top of this, if you ever mention this at any point to Detective Pollard, you will be dismissed instantly. Am I making myself clear?” Jack asked severely. “Crystal clear, sir” Livingstone answered nervously. Jack nodded and then stood from his chair. He gestured to the door behind his desk and said, “I’ll give you both some privacy.” Both ladies stepped tentatively into the surprisingly large bathroom and Livingstone closed the door behind them. Both ladies looked at each other, as if trying to find a way out of such an awkward situation. After a few moments, Livingstone cleared her throat. “Okay. Detective Pollard if you would please remove your skirt:” Livingstone said clearly. Sarah stared at the young woman. “You can’t be serious?” she said. “You heard Mr. Wells” Livingstone said quietly. “I know but come on, this is ridiculous” Sarah said dismissively. “I agree. So, the quicker it’s over with the better” Livingstone said, “besides, you agreed too.” “I had no idea what I was agreeing to, neither did you” Sarah said accusingly. Livingstone shrugged. “I’m sorry ma’am, but I have my orders” she said coldly. Sarah stood unmoved. “Fine. Then I'll just go and tell Wells that you refused to consent” Livingstone said confidently. “Fine” Sarah said angrily “I have nothing to hide” she added confidently. After hesitating for a moment, Sarah slid her skirt up to her waist and then clean over her head. She felt foolish to be stood in front of anyone but her husband in such a condition and she could feel her cheeks burning brightly. “Well? Are you satisfied yet?” Sarah asked impatiently. She looked at Livingstone and was bemused to find that the young woman was struggling to contain a laugh. “What is it? Never seen some big knickers before?” Sarah snapped, her temper fraying. Livingstone took a breath and composed herself. “I’m sorry ma’am, but there are signs of… urination” she said mimicking the way Wells spoke the word. “What are you talking about?!” Sarah spat angrily. “What I’m saying ma’am, is that it appears that you’ve had a little… accident” Livingstone said before suppressing another bout of laughter. “Don’t be absurd” Sarah said before looking down at her crotch and to her horror, there it was. From above she could just about see the very top of the wet patch and she wondered if she might pass it off as anything other than pee. However, as she ran a hand over her mound and then between her thighs, she realised it was a lot more significant than just a little drop or a dribble. At some point since leaving home, she had leaked substantially, and she had no idea when or how it happened. “It isn’t what it looks like” Sarah said, panic filling her heart. “No? Cause it looks to me like you’ve tinkled in your pants to me” Livingstone said sarcastically. “Listen to me” Sarah said sternly “It is NOT what it looks like. It is sweat and that is exactly what you will tell Wells, do you understand?” “Or what? You gunna wet yourself again?” Livingstone said, enjoying her moment of power. Sarah felt her anger surge and she took a step towards Livingstone, who sensing the danger, backed off. Sarah stopped and gave the young woman an icy stare. “You will do as you are told or else….” Sarah was saying viciously, as a surge of pee poured from her body. Immediately, the warm liquid fell straight through her underwear and pitter pattered onto the floor below. Sarah stopped speaking and gazed down in disbelief as another surge streamed from her body. “Oh my God” Livingstone said, half in amusement and half in shock. “You just wait” Sarah said impotently as she waddled her way to the toilet, pee dribbling down her legs as she did so. Once there she hurled her briefs down to her ankles and let the stream surge thunderously into the bowl. She closed her eyes as she sat there, hoping this was all a bad dream, but it wasn’t and when she opened her eyes again, Livingstone was still there, her face a picture of comical bemusement. Sarah took this time to compose herself, taking several deep, long breaths and she felt a little better for doing so. She wiped away the last stray drops and then turned her back on Livingstone to flush the toilet. “What is it now?” Sarah asked irritably, hearing Livingstone giggle from behind. Livingstone sniggered. “Nothing” Livingstone said innocently, “I just never knew you were a fan of drifting”. “Drifting?” Sarah asked, bemused. “Well, I just assumed you loved drifting, you know, because those skids are massive” Livingstone said and then promptly burst into laughter. Sarah shook her head for a second, confused by what had been said. “Skids?” she said quietly to herself. “You know, the big brown kind” Livingstone said and went into hysterics. Sarah looked at her rear end in the mirror and then realised the joke. Her bum had felt sticky ever since she had been forced to poop on the pavement, she hadn’t had time to wipe herself properly and she had forgotten to do so whilst at home. The result was several sizable skids on the rear of her white knickers. “Oh my god” Sarah said, humiliated. “Look, this really isn’t what it looks like. Please, this job is everything to me. If you tell Wells, then my career is over. Please, don’t do this to me.” Sarah pleaded, as she saw that what little hope she had was quickly draining away. “Why would I do that? This could be a big step up for me, gets me closer to making a promotion” Livingstone said. “I could get you promotions!” Sarah exclaimed. “How?” Livingstone asked, intrigued. “I’ll get you moved onto my team; I'll give you responsibilities. I’ll give you big marks at every assessment! You’ll move up so much faster with my help” Sarah said confidently. Livingstone, an ambitious young woman, saw the advantages in Sarah’s proposal. “Okay” she said, “But I want some assurance.” “What assurance?” Sarah said. “Photos” Livingstone said, “photos of you in those disgusting, piss stained, poop soiled knickers. You will stand there in all your pissy glory and I will take pictures.” Sarah stared at the young woman for an instant before agreeing. “Okay” she said simply. “Great” Livingstone said. Sarah’s knickers were cold, wet, and horrendously sticky on the rear. She felt like her bum cheeks would weld together if she didn’t change underwear soon. Meanwhile, Livingstone turned to get her phone from her handbag which she had placed on the sink. She reached out to take the bag when suddenly, she was pulled to the floor with such force that she was left incapable for a moment. It wasn’t long, but it was long enough for Sarah to wrench Livingstone’s trousers down. “We’re about the same size, I reckon” Sarah said, revealing her intentions. For a second, they wrestled on the floor, Livingstone was trying to fight Sarah off and get her trousers back up, meanwhile Sarah was trying to undress the younger woman. Sarah had managed to get the younger woman's trousers down below her thighs and form there she tugged hard, as hard as she could and in one swift move, she wrenched the trousers free. She tossed them to one side and then, pinning Livingstone down hard on the floor, she ripped her knickers off and chucked them to one side. Livingstone was crying, naked from the waist down. Sarah stood up, and gesturing for the young woman to be silent, she walked to where she had thrown the young woman’s knickers. They were simple black; fullback briefs and Sarah held them in the air victoriously. There were thick white stains visible even from the outside. “What happened? Did you cum on yourself?” Sarah said sarcastically. She slid off her own fouled briefs and then stepped into Livingstone’s and pulled them up until they hugged her hips. “You must be kidding” Sarah said as the cold, wet crotch embraced her skin. “Feels to me like I wasn’t the only one to have an accident today” Sarah said. She rubbed the wet crotch with her fingers and traced the wetness all the way around her underside, until it finally trailed off at the point where the gusset met her bum. “More than a little accident I would say” Sarah said in mock delight. “Give them back!” Livingstone pleaded through tears. “Why? Do you need to pee again?” Sarah teased, “all that talk, all that bravado, you even had the bare faced cheek to laugh at me! What a hypocrite.” The truth will out. To be continued.
  11. Monday; 07.00 At 07.00 on the dot my alarm blared loudly, sounding the beginning of my day. The bed was warm and inviting and had I had a free day I almost certainly would have stayed there another few hours at least. Groggily, and against my better judgment, I got up and embraced the chilly morning. I opened the door to the balcony and took in a breath of crisp morning air, a tried and tested way of waking up. The morning was gray and misty, but even still the construction projects round and about had already began their daily routines. I listened for a spell to the rhythmic beat of the machines and the clatter of metal and felt pleased that I didn’t have to be out there myself. I closed the door and went into the kitchen and set the kettle away to boil. In the past my coffee machine would have been my first port of call but since I recently gave up coffee, my only caffeine hit came from tea. As the water heated I perused my collection of black teas and opted for Earl Grey, not my usual choice but a nice change nonetheless. After preparing my mug I went to the bathroom and emptied my bladder, swollen from an overnight hold. By the time I returned the water had boiled and I poured my tea, no milk and no sugar, and sat on the sofa to drink it. I switched on the TV and watched a recap of the previous days baseball as I drank my tea. This took an hour and by the time the show ended the clock had just turned 08.15 and I had only another 45 minutes before my interview was set to begin. I switched off the TV and boiled the kettle again and as the kettle boiled, I got my PC ready for the interview. I made sure the camera was working, I checked my microphone and I made sure the ever unreliable Teams software was functioning. I am nothing if not prepared. After this I poured my tea and whilst it cooled, I went to get dressed for the interview. I had selected some clothing the day before but in the cold light of day I was having doubts. It all just seemed so..... formal. Yes, I know! Interview clothing is typically formal but I hate formal attire. I always feel like an importer in anything other than shorts and a t-shirt. Still, despite my reservations I made no alterations and began to get dressed. I threw off my pajama shorts and picked up the black jeans, I slid my legs into the holes and pulled them up and after I did the zipper and fastened the button, they clung tightly to my waist. I felt uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons, mostly because I hate wearing jeans or any kind of smart trousers. Still, something else was bugging me and it took me a hot minute to identify what the problem was. I just felt.... Unclean. I wasn’t unclean, I'd showered the previous evening but lets just say by this point in time my underwear was a little past its best. After all, I'd been wearing the same pair all weekend. Which isn’t good, I know! But I was alone all weekend so who cares! I thought about it for a minute and then quickly decided “I don’t actually care” and carried on regardless. 08.50 I was sat in front of my PC, a second empty mug of tea off to one side. I tested the camera again and made sure only my upper half was visible, even if I shifted around a bit during the interview. To the eyes of the interviewer I was presented wearing a green and blue plaid jumper, one of the smartest I own and something that I actually do find comfortable, particularly on a chilly day. Out of frame I was wearing black jeans, which from a distance can be confused for smart trousers. I was the very definition of casual-smart! Underneath my jeans, it was a slightly different story but thankfully humans have yet to develop x-ray vision, so I was in the clear. 09.00 The time had come. My nerves jangled as the clock ticked to 09.00 and my bladder filled at an immediately alarming rate. I stared at the screen, just waiting for them to allow me into the Teams meeting. I went through my notes one last time, going over each point until I was assured that I knew what I was going to talk about. I waited. 09.15 Still no invitation, they were late. No matter, I waited patiently and took my mind of things by perusing Reddit and doing some last minute research on the company. They would come soon, I knew it. 09.30 After thirty minutes, I decided enough was enough and sent a message to the person who was meant to be interviewing me. 09.37 “Hi Spurgle! Unfortunately, we are running a little behind at our end but I will be there in a couple of minutes. Thank you for waiting so patiently.” Okay then, not long now I told myself. I would have loved to run to the bathroom at this point! Thanks to two mugs of tea my bladder was achingly full. And, thanks to nerves, it pulsed and groaned regularly. It was an effort to not quickly dart off to the toilet but I had no idea what a couple of minutes meant. Did it mean a literal couple of minutes? Did it mean a few seconds? Or did it mean a lot longer than a couple of minutes? I had no idea and I knew, I just knew that IF I went to the toilet they would arrive and I would miss it! Its just my luck. So, I waited. And waited. 10.10 Finally! An hour and ten minutes late and multiple text messages later, my monitor finally flashed, signaling their arrival. I quickly turned my camera back on and we greeted each other cordially. “I’m really sorry I was so late! It has been chaos here this morning. I would tell you about it but I don’t want to scare you off!” they said. I pretended to find it funny, all the while wondering what kind of clown outfit they were to mess up an interview this badly. “I hope the wait wasn’t too inconvenient for you?” they said and to their credit, they sounded sincere. “For me? No. But I'm given to understand my bladder has a different opinion. An opinion they were not shy in sharing with me” I said smoothly. “Oh dear! Perhaps you should take a loo break now?” they said. “No, no!” I said valiantly “I’ve held it this far, a little longer won’t be no trouble!” “Well, you are very brave!” they said admiringly. “I am aren’t I!” I said proudly. At this point another voice joined the chat. It was a strangely posh voice but with just a tinge of the peasantry about it. It spoke softly but with a deftness not often seen in day to day life. It cleared it’s throat. “Ah hem! Good morning Mr. Spurgle. It is such a pleasure to address you this fine day. Are you well?” “I am” I said befuddled by the unfamiliar voice, “have we met?” “Oh my deepest apologies” the posh voice said “Allow me to introduce myself! My name is Sloggi, but you probably know me as Mr. Underwear and we are indeed well acquainted with each other.” “Oh well, it’s um, very nice to speak to you today but can this possibly wait?” I asked nervously. “Unfortunately not” the voice said sternly “you see, whilst it is my great privilege to serve you, I must remind you that I am not a diaper and I do not wish to be treated like one. Simply put, I am not designed for the role in which I currently find myself!” “Well, ummm, it isn’t a purposeful thing” I said timidly. “Indeed it is not and I am most sympathetic to your current plight. Nevertheless, I am at my breaking point. These last few days have been hard for me. None of us in the undergarment club are appreciative of your tea drinking and we all wish you would give it up. This, combined with negligence and a hearty dose of laziness, has meant that I have suffered. I have done my best, I have absorbed it all and I will bear these scars until the next wash cycle, I have kept your secrets. But it is too much.” “I can’t be held responsible for accidents” I pleaded. “Accidents? Yes, but only if you use the term loosely. These last days you have made very little effort to protect me from the will of your bladder. Even this very morning, you made no tangible effort to keep me safe! After awaking from your slumber this morn, your first task should have been to empty your bladder. Instead, you stood on the cold balcony and made little effort to stop a trickle of pee escaping from your bladder. This was bad enough but even this wasn’t enough for you to do the right thing! Instead, you insulted me further by perusing boxes of tea. Tea! That most wicked of things!” “I do try” I said timidly. “Only when it suits you. Yesterday, whilst you played video games, I was forced to absorb three separate trickles before you bothered yourself to move. It is unacceptable and I have had enough” “What are you saying? I asked nervously. “I am saying that I hereby resign my commission! From this moment onward I will no longer be the shield that protects the trouser realm!” they exclaimed wildly. “No!” I said pleadingly “you can’t do this to me!” “I can and I have. You will find my resignation letter on the stains of your trousers. I wish you a good day!” Obviously, this conversation never happened. Nevertheless, it just about sums up the situation and that weekend generally. The tea slowly fought its way out of my bladder all throughout the interview. It was very uncomfortable but at the same time just a little bit exciting and under slightly different circumstances it may have been enjoyable. In fact, it was enjoyable all weekend up until that point. I had been very lazy and negligent all weekend, but being home alone, who was it going to upset? Still, even I will admit that by the time I woke up on Monday morning the aroma coming my underwear was ripe, to put it mildly. In the end the interview lasted a little short of an hour. Ironically, I waited longer for it to start than the duration. It wasn’t a good interview. I was bursting to pee the whole time and doing my best to not pee on my chair, which is in no way waterproof. In the end, I did hold it until the end of the interview but there was a resignation letter from my underwear nonetheless, which was found on my jeans, a little on my chair and a bit on the floor too. I still haven't heard back about the job, though I assume I didn’t get it. On the other hand Mr. Underwear has since forgiven me! Which is a good thing at least!
  12. There are positives and negatives attached to working for the Postal service. On the one hand if you’re like me its quite nice to be left alone to work in peace, with no pressure of anybody looking over your shoulder. On the other hand, it can get very tedious and without a good variety of audiobooks or podcasts to distract the mind, its entirely possible to lose your mind pretty quickly. During the day the tedium isn’t quite so bad, after all there are more people about and a lot more to see and take in, but during the night its entirely possible to go days without seeing a single person. I work both day and night shifts and I find the variety between the two to hit a nice balance, but I think on balance the day shifts are my favourite. There is, however, another factor to take into account and that is a simple matter of human bodily functions, what do you do if you need to pee? Well, that entirely depends. If it’s during the day its quite easy to find a public bathroom of some description and businesses are generally happy to accommodate a postal worker in need, but during the night the situation changes somewhat. All of a sudden, the public bathrooms are shut and good luck finding any businesses open midweek at 3AM. So, what are you left with? Bushes? In the trees? In an alley? All are legitimate options, but what if those aren’t available either? And what if you drank a lot of water as you worked, and it is demanding to come out? You can hold it, of course. Surely holding two litres of water for a couple of hours isn’t that hard? If you read that last line and said “yeah, what’s the problem?” well then, all I can say is your bladder is superior to mine. For those interested in this kind of thing (like I am) I was wearing a thin black t-shirt, light grey cotton pants, black walking shoes, navy blue socks with bananas on them and purple briefs.I first felt a twinge quite early on, but it was minor and easy to ignore and the thing about constant movement is that it is great for keeping away the urges to pee. It was a warm evening and as the night drew on and I drank more and more of my water and after an hour and a half of work, I’d drank about half of my two-litre bottle. On a typical night I can complete my work in about four-five hours and although I was drinking a little more water than usual because of the heat, it wasn’t totally out of the ordinary. Besides, despite working in a built-up area I knew of one spot which I had used before where I knew I could pee in privacy, so what did it matter if my bladder was starting to send some stronger signals? After about two and a half hours of work, I came to one of only three apartment buildings on my route that have an elevator. I let myself into the building and hit the button to call the elevator, it was the first time I had stopped moving since I started work and BOOM it was like something detonated in my bladder. I don’t know whether it was just because I had become numb to the signals as I moved around or whether the urgency to pee was really that strong, but it was SERIOUS and on the famous need to pee scale I jumped from zero to nine in a matter of seconds. I held it together though and carried on with my work and once I got moving again, the urgency started to drift away again and before long I was back to the lower end of the scale, it wasn’t zero anymore, but it was still only two or three. I delivered what I had to in the building and then left to carry on with the route. Thankfully, my next bunch of addresses were all houses and so didn’t have to deal with any elevators and for a little while it was all good. I must have delivered for another ten minutes or so and as I was coming into the yard of one house, I suddenly felt a coolness against my penis and balls. I carried on and did my delivery, but the feeling wasn’t dissipating, so, safely concealed in some shadows I whipped out the torch on my phone and shone it down the front of my trousers. I had peed in my briefs, and I had no idea I had done so up until that moment. It was quite a surprise, and I would have maybe understood if it was just a stray drop or tiny little dribble because that really isn’t that unusual but a quick inspection by touch told me that wasn’t the case. I traced the wetness from just above the tip of my penis, down and then underneath to my ballsack. This just made me feel even worse about it because I had no idea I had peed, I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed, and my only theory is that it must have happened when I stopped for the elevator and the sensation became lost in the feeling of detonation in my bladder. Nonetheless, I REALLY needed to pee and even though I had only stopped for a minute or so to check myself, it sent my bladder in to raptures again and I had to try really hard to not pee anymore. I honestly did think about just peeing in that yard and being done with it but I knew I shouldn’t and so I carried on moving again. I finished the next bunch of addresses without incident, but my desperation was now at a solid seven, even when I was moving. My only consolation was that I knew of a quiet spot up a dark side street and I had only encountered people there a handful of times so I figured it would be fine once I just got there. I checked my work device, and it would normally take me about thirty minutes to get there from the addresses I had just finished. I delivered a few more but I was becoming very uncomfortable, and I knew the next address was an eight-storey building with an elevator and I had deliveries on the eighth, sixth and second floors. Normally, I would have just called the elevator, but I was too uncomfortable to stop for more than the time it takes to slide a letter through a letterbox and after letting myself in I decided it was best to just climb the stairs, eight floors be damned. I took a long stride for the first two steps and felt a strange twang in my bladder, I took two more and then I was on the small landing before the next set of steps to the first floor. I took the next two steps and felt the twang again and again as I took the next two. I crossed the landing to the next staircase which was no longer separated into two smaller staircases but instead was one long staircase. I took the first two steps without any feeling and then the next two steps the same way and then the next two steps there was a twang in my bladder, then a pop from my penis and then suddenly pee was surging into my briefs. I stopped mid stride and almost tumbled down the staircase, I braced myself and bore down as hard as I could as a trickle of liquid travelled slowly down my left leg. It took me a hot minute, but I regained control and quickly retreated down the stairs and out of the building. I looked around a saw a path leading to what I gathered was the buildings yard and followed it around until I found myself around the back of the building and looking out onto a small playground and another cluster of buildings at the far side of the playground. It wasn’t by any means ideal, but I didn’t have many other options, I could see a dark corner not far away, so I went there and after a cursory glance around I pulled myself deep into the darkness and fumbled to retrieve my penis from its soggy home. I had just taken a hold of my penis, when suddenly my dark corner was bathed in light. I jumped and instinctively let go of my penis. It took me longer than it should have to realise that it was just a motion detecting security light but in my desperate state I wasn’t thinking very rationally and by the time my mistake dawned on me, and I snapped back to reality, it was too late. Pee was surging down my legs, and I had no way to stop. By the time it was over, I was soaked, and I stood in the light alone in my puddle. Appendices 1. This was my first totally legitimate accident in a long time and at the time it was a little difficult to process, particularly given the circumstances but nothing bad came from it and only myself, you guys and my fiancée know about it. 1. I have tried to be accurate with the timescale, but its not the easiest thing to workout. 2. I have had a few other close calls since starting this job back in the autumn and so if anyone wants to read those, let me know. 2. I wasn’t sure whether to include this when I first started to write this a couple of days ago because I find it quite embarrassing but in the last paragraph when I write “I had just taken a hold of my penis, when suddenly my dark corner was bathed in light” that is not 100% accurate. What it should say is “I had just taken a hold of my penis, when suddenly my dark corner became bathed in light and my fingers became bathed in pee.” So, in essence it’s a little disingenuous to say that I wasn’t aware that I was peeing myself because I was already consciously aware but at the same time, I no longer had any control and even though this is something we might do for enjoyment or pleasure, when it is out of my control and I don’t want it to happen, it is seriously embarrassing and I hated having to call my fiancée for help. Anyway, if you’ve made it this far congratulations and thanks for reading!
  13. I’ve only ever seen a few real accidents in my life so it’s hard to say because I can’t remember how I felt at the time. In recent memory the closest I can think of is one thing last summer. But my feelings at the time are totally different then what they are now because I have more information now. I accidentally walked in on my fiancées sister as she was getting undressed. We were at summer cottage just the three of us and we’d just got back from a really long bike ride. I can’t remember what it was but she had something I needed so I went to her room to see if she had left it there. As I walked through the door she suddenly appeared from a void behind the door and she was dressed down to only her underwear, which she had wet. I apologised and made to leave whilst explaining why I was there. I expected her to be angry or embarrassed but she was totally chill and owned it. She even made it into a funny story which she told to my fiancée that same night in sauna. My fiancée is fully informed on my kinks and so used this information to tease me. At the time I found it seriously awkward and uncomfortable but after she made a big joke out of it, I started looking at it in a different way and now it’s a memory I enjoy when I think about it.
  14. I like to stand, I like the feeling of pee running down my legs too much to waste that feeling sitting down.
  15. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it” he lied as he began to dribble urine into his tight briefs, this was the first time Jackson had ever found himself in such a position and he was not much of a fan. In his twenty years on this earth, he had never had an accident outside of his childhood, but as determined as he was, he feared this record would soon be broken. Jackson, an amiable, good-natured man who had a smile for everyone did not want his girlfriend of six years to witness such humiliation. However, In the confined space of his girlfriends’ car he had nowhere to hide and nothing much to do to relieve the overwhelming pressure he felt pushing against the tip of his penis. He knew home was not far, but it may as well have been in a different dimension. He had tried crossing his legs. He had tried taking his mind of it by playing on his phone. He had tried gently rocking back and forth in his seat. It was all useless against the raging torrent he feared would soon strip away his dignity. Another bump in the road shook the car. His girlfriend was driving like a maniac in a frantic attempt to get her boyfriend to a toilet before he lost whatever control he had over his bladder. “I’m sorry” she said sympathetically as the car shook violently. “it’s fine” he lied again as another spurt of warmth spread around his groin. A cursory inspection with his hand told him he had peed through his jeans and that it would likely be visible to the outside world. He grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard, but this did nothing except fill his hand with urine. “I don’t want to pee in your car” he said as calmly as he could, realizing he was in dire straits. “It’s not far, babe” Emily said comfortingly. “If you don’t pull over, I’m going to pee all over your car seat and I don’t want to do that” he said seriously. Emily glanced at her boyfriend and thought for a second. “it’s like five minutes babe, you can do it” Emily announced as confidently as she could. Jackson did not make a reply and instead groaned in frustration and stared at the celling of the car. It was true. They were close to home and Jackson was a strong man, but even the strongest of men can have an accident in the right conditions and Jackson was learning this fact for the first time. His mind was frantic, and he thought of nothing except the wetness around his crotch and the extreme sensation of urine pushing against the tip of his penis. His frantic state was only eased slightly when their apartment building homed into view. Emily swung the car hard to the right and in a single maneuver brough the car to a stop in their designated parking space. “Quick snap” Emily said as the pair leapt out of the car. Emily grabbed her man’s hand as they quick marched up the pathway to their apartment door. She glanced at the wetness around her boyfriend’s crotch and silently hoped he hadn’t peed on her car seat. Emily punched in the buildings door code and the two strode quickly through as the automatic door swung open. They lived on the ninth floor, and they were not planning to walk. Emily called the elevator and waited patiently as it climbed down through the floors. The elevator had been on the fourth floor, so it did not take long to reach the couple. They dived inside and smashed the button for the ninth floor. “It seems worse now than ever” Jackson said. “Well yeah, it’s cause you know you’re close to a toilet, it’s normal babe” Emily said knowingly. The elevator climbed slower than it ever had before, at least that is how it felt to Jackson. Seventh floor. The elevator stopped. The doors did not open. It had broken down. “What’s happened?” Jackson asked in horror. “I think it has broken down” Emily said calmly. Emily pressed the emergency button and there was a beeping sound for a few seconds before it wrung off and nothing more happened. “I’ll call that number” Emily insisted, referring a phone number listed as an emergency contact number. “I can’t wait” Jackson said urgently as Emily dialed the number. A man answered the phone and the two talked for several minutes. Emily explained the situation and the man told her it would be several hours until an engineer would get there. “Well?” Jackson asked urgently as he jiggled on the spot. “Several hours” Emily replied sadly. Jackson’s face dropped as he heard the words. “Well, that’s that then” he said darkly as he let down his defenses and started to flood his briefs and jeans. “You can do…” Emily cut herself off as she noticed her boyfriend had given up and had started to wet himself. “I’m sorry” he said sadly as urine poured through his underwear and thundered down his legs to form an ever-expanding puddle by his feet. “I just couldn’t…” he started to say before Emily cut him off “I know babe, you aren’t the first and won’t be the last” she said truthfully as she watched the streaks of urine flow down her boyfriends’ legs. Tears moistened his eyes as he looked down at the puddle he was making. “This is humiliating” he said. “When you have to go, you have to go” Emily said dismissively, trying to preserve her boyfriends’ dignity. “But..” he started before Emily cut him off again “no buts, it happens you’re still my sexy man and this” she said grabbing his pissy crotch “is still mine.” Jackson jumped back slightly in surprise as Emily grabbed his still pissing penis. Urine poured through her fingers, but she did not care. She wanted to please her man and make something better of the situation. Emily grabbed Jackson’s fly and unzipped. Then, she undid the button and in one, well-practiced move, she yanked his soaked jeans to his ankles. He was still peeing slightly, but Emily didn’t care. She firmly grabbed her boyfriends’ crotch again and squeezed hard, sending a flow of warm pee through her fingers. She held this position for a few moments until she was certain her boyfriend had finished urinating and then, still admiring his tight package, held comfortably by his marl grey briefs, she rubbed his wet penis up and down until he became hard. Emily gently began to remove his pissy underwear and slide them towards his ankles. His penis was erect and stood firmly to attention. She gripped the shaft of his penis and began to tug, starting gently and slowly becoming more vigorous in her motions. “That nice?” she asked and received a swift nod in response. “You make me so wet” she said “I want you” she added lustfully, biting her lip. Jackson grabbed her firmly and pushed her against the elevator wall. He lifted her skirt and began to finger her pussy. She was indeed wet, and Jackson was not convinced it was all lubrication. “You naughty girl” he said “big girls don’t pee in their panties” he added. “True” Emily responded “but then, big boys don’t wet their pants either, so I guess we’re even” she added in a sexy tone. In response, Jackson fingered her pussy harder and pressed the cotton of her underwear almost inside her vagina, feeling more and more moisture as he did so. “Would that make you feel better, if the little girl wet her panties?” Emily teased him and Jackson grunted in response. “I’ll do anything for you” she announced as she opened the taps and allowed a stream of urine to flow through her underwear, “oops” she said in feigned surprise. “Dirty bitch” Jackson grunted as he lifted her legs to her waist and was answered by more pee coming through Emily’s panties. “Take me” Emily commanded. Jackson’s fingers had just gripped the fabric of Emily’s panties when he suddenly stopped everything he was doing. His penis went soft, and his head turned swiftly, as the elevator doors opened. Jackson looked in horror at the young woman who stared back at him and Emily through wide eyes. She could not have been more than twenty-five years old, and she seemed totally shocked by what was in front of her. “Fuck” Jackson cursed. Emily hurriedly returned her skirt to its rightful position and straightened herself out. Jackson meanwhile fumbled clumsily with his soaked briefs and jeans and quickly tried to hide his manhood. He hoisted his briefs back up and he shuddered slightly at the cold wetness that hugged his balls and penis tightly. His jeans followed soon afterwards, and he shuddered again at the cold wetness and the sheer weight of his soaked jeans. “We’re really sorry” Emily said blushing like a traffic light “this” she said gesturing to her boyfriends’-soaked jeans “was an accident, we’ll clean it up” she said, finishing her brief explanation. “It’s fine” the young woman responded quickly and awkwardly “but um, you should know that there is a camera in there” she said pointing towards a corner of the elevator “and it is manned twenty-four hours a day, live” she added. Both Jackson and Emily blushed bright red. “I, um, I’m sorry” Jackson said awkwardly. The three stood in an awkward silence for what felt like an eternity before Emily finally made the first move to break the standoff. “We’re on the ninth, if we take it up, we’ll hold it there and clean it” she said in apology. “That would be good” the woman said whilst nodding awkwardly. Emily mashed the button for the ninth floor again and as the door closed on their humiliation she sighed deeply, and then burst into laughter. Jackson stared at Emily in utter confusion. “What is funny about this?” he asked in confusion, “nothing really, but also kinda everything” she responded before bursting into laughter again. “Urghh I’m gunna wee myself” she said whilst laughing in hysterics. Jackson didn’t understand what was so funny. He had been humiliated twice. Caught in a sex act. Caught wetting his pants, both live and on camera and then he was denied the opportunity to fuck his girlfriend. Not his best day, he thought to himself ruefully. It was two weeks later when the footage of him wetting his pants arrived in his email inbox. It was then he finally understood why Emily had laughed about it so much. It was outrageous. Ridiculous. Outlandish, but it was life.
  16. Thank you all! I can’t say when (probably within a week) but I will write a second part in this series and if that is well received then I’ll think about a third. Thank you again.
  17. I am not incel. Though I am mostly celibate but that’s a choice. I’m asexual, sex is just unappealing to me. With that said… I actually don’t believe a guy’s looks are that important when it comes to meeting women. Of course, there are women out there who are only interested in a man’s looks or the size of his bank account but, those women are definitely in the minority. I am not a particularly good looking guy myself but I’ve never had trouble with the ladies. There is no great trick. If a guy only wants sex, women pick up on that. If a guy is low in confidence, women pick up on that. The most important part to meeting anyone, be it male, female or anything in between is honesty. My biggest problem wasn’t finding a woman who wanted to date me, it was finding a woman who was also comfortable being with an asexual guy. That’s a big ask. But I was always honest about it from the get go. It’s not easy making yourself vulnerable like that, but it is sometimes necessary. If you’re honest and upfront early on you’ll be amazed how much credit that might gain you in the longer run. I’m sure there will be folk who read this and say I’m wrong and maybe I am, but honesty has never failed for me. If you meet a woman be upfront and honest that you have very little experience. Everyone appreciates honesty. If you can speak to a guy then you can speak to a woman. Women aren’t these special creatures that must be handled in a unique or difficult way. A woman is just a guy in a different costume. Also, if you really are only interested in sex and you’re not open to meeting new people, be it friends of whatever. Then maybe think about hiring a sex worker.
  18. Fair warning there is a brief mention of messing within the story. It was a proud day for Emily. It was such a momentous day that all her family and friends had travelled the full length of the land to see her big moment. Emily, the youngest to ever be drafted into the elite Ladies Syndicate Enforcement Agency, looked resplendent on the big stage. Her long turquoise dress made of the finest silk, hugged her lithe body and enhanced her ample breasts. Her smile was broad and seemed endless. She was basking in her big moment and all in the audience were proud of the young woman. Emily had worked incredibly hard to get to this moment. All the training, extra studying and time in the gym was now worth it. She collected her new badge and award with grace and style and then seated herself on a chair at the back of the stage with all of the other inductees. Okay, okay. It’s over now. Just sit here and relax. It’s fine. You have your award and badge, you’ve stood in front of the people, it’s over. How much longer? I need to pee. I really need to pee. Shit?! Did I already pee? Fuck, I did already pee. I need a toilet, man, come on! Calm down. It’s fine. Nobody can see. It’s fine. Just sit and smile. Keep smiling you stupid bitch. No! Don’t do that! Don’t touch your crotch, there’s a thousand people looking, don’t do that! Fuck, I’m wet! Come on, man! Seriously! Hurry up! I’m gunna wet myself here! I’m convinced I’m still peeing. I feel so wet and warm. I think it’s spreading! Is it spreading! No! Get yourself together! You leaked. You peed yourself a little, it’s nerves, it’s fine. Soon you’ll be off the stage and you can go to the toilet. Just hold on! The old guy will finish speaking then you’re free! The director of the Agency was speaking enthusiastically about the achievements his ladies had made over the previous twelve months. He expressed his pride in the latest crop of ladies to join his Agency and expressed his desire to have an even better year than the previous one and promised as much money or resources that were required to see his desire come to fruition. “So, without further ado. Please, one final round of applause for the class of 2022! Got bless you all!” The old man said passionately and was greeted by loud cheers, whistles and loud applause. The ladies, who were all seated at the back of the stage stood to take the applause. Then, after taking in all the adulation, the ladies drifted off stage in an organised single file. Now off the stage Emily searched hurriedly for a toilet. The building was not familiar to her and the signs were not at all helpful. She checked corridor after corridor with no luck. After some time she spotted an employee of the building and asked her where the toilets were, “they aren’t back here” came the response “all the public toilets are in the public area of the arena, bad design I know” Emily looked angrily at the woman as if it was all her fault. “Are you serious?” Emily asked. “Sadly, yes. But, if you’re desperate I guess you can use one of the dressing room toilets. I can get the keys, if you like?” The employee asked. “Yes, please!” Emily answered eagerly. The employee walked off, apparently in search of keys leaving Emily alone in the corridor. The footsteps of the employee trailed away but seemed to return very quickly. Emily turned towards the sound but was surprised to see it was one of her fellow inductees. “Hey” the stranger said to Emily “are you lost?” She asked. “Kind of, I was looking for a toilet but apparently they aren’t here so..” Emily trailed off. “You’re waiting for access to one?” The stranger finished Emily’s sentence “don’t bother” she said continuing “they’re revolting, I’ve been here before, seriously just do what I did” “What did you do?” Emily asked. “I pissed in the side alley” the stranger answered very matter of factly. “But it’s illegal to expose yourself in public, it’s punishable by five years in prison!” Emily said in horror. “You can’t expose yourself if you don’t move your underwear…” the stranger suggested. “You mean… wet myself?” Emily asked in shock. “Sure, why not? It ain’t gunna hurt you, look” the stranger then lifted up her dress to show Emily her pissy panties “it didn’t hurt, I’m still here” she said. “But that’s wrong! You’re a grown woman!” Emily said in disgust. “Don’t throw stones if you live in a glass house” the stranger said gesturing towards Emily. Emily blushed and instinctively crossed her legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Emily lied. “I have a nose” the stranger said knowingly. Emily blushed again and whilst she wanted to respond she couldn’t find the words. So, in the end she smiled painfully and just stared at the floor. “Don’t be embarrassed” the stranger said “it’s just pee, it happens and I’m sure you’ll learn that sooner or later” the stranger smiled broadly at Emily and then walked away. A moment later the employee returned with the keys for the dressing rooms. “You can use that one there” she said “it’s been unused for a while so it should be clean”” “Thank you” Emily said. The employee opened the door and Emily dashed straight to the far side door which she assumed correctly to be the toilet. She opened the door to see a bare room with white walls equipped only with a toilet and a sink. Emily hovered over the toilet and thought hard about what the stranger had said. She rubbed her pussy gently and realised she had peed more than she thought. Her pussy throbbed and she was confused by the sensation. Her stomach was doing somersaults and she felt nervous again. She lifted her dress well above her waist and sat on the toilet, and instantly began to empty her bladder. She breathed deeply as the relief washed over her. Her ordeal was over. She had made it to the toilet. She felt relieved. But, as she pissed through her panties she was hit with an unusual sensations. She knew the sensation but she couldn’t believe she was feeling it right then, as she was wetting herself. She was horny. In the bare bathroom, all alone and away from the world Emily rubbed herself to a pissy, intoxicating climax. “Emily Fairfax” the strong masculine voice called out. Emily turned sharply towards the sound of the voice. The wide corridor was thick with people and Emily began to slowly and painstakingly push her way through the throngs of people. She carefully peered through every pane of glass that lined the furthest sides of the corridor, hoping to spot the man she knew was calling her name. “Emily Fairfax” the voice called again, but louder than last time. “I’m coming” Emily shouted in reply and continued her push forwards. Eventually, Emily found herself in front of the man who had called her name. She knew the man, though not well. She also knew why she was being called. He was the senior case officer for her department and he had a job for her. Mike was a short, stocky man who looked older than he was. His face looked old and aged by a lifetime of stress and conflict. His flaky grey hair and unshaven face did little else except add to the aura of a man who was unconcerned with the thoughts and opinions of others. “Nice to see you” Mike Malloy, the senior case officer said in greeting to Emily. “Yes, it is” Emily blundered “I mean, nice to see you too” she corrected herself nervously. Mike laughed at the young woman’s blunder. “I’ll cut to the chase” Mike said “I want you to take your first case, you’ve been here for a while now but you’ve been mostly confined to desk work. I think it’s time for you to get out there and earn your stripes” Emily stared in disbelief. She had dreamt of her first case, she had longed to be the one doing the work and putting bad people behind bars but now it was in front of her and she was both disbelieving and terrified. “Are you sure, sir? I mean, I’m still quite new here really” Emily said nervously. Mike sensed the young woman’s reluctance. “I’ll be straight with you” Mike said “there are some folk here who think you are not cut out for this line of work, some folk think you would be happy working at a desk your whole career. I’m not one of them. I know you have it in you to do this job, you just need to get out there and do it. The thought is worse than the reality. So, can I put your name down for this case?” Emily blushed and shifted uncomfortably when she realised even the thought of taking her own case had made her urinate. This was Emily’s only reply. A silent, secretive reply that only she was aware of. A reply that adequately described her true feelings towards the question which had been asked, but which must not be shared to any but herself. “Splendid” Mike beamed, taking Emily’s silence for acceptance “go home now, get some rest and then tomorrow go and see Barbara. She’ll be the lead investigator on the case and you’ll work under her but for all intents and purposes, it’ll be your case. Now, off you go. Get some rest” and with that Mike went back to his office. He didn’t wait for any acknowledgment from Emily. Emily stood in silence for several moments, contemplating what had just happened. Her day had been going so well, her comfortable desk job was all she really wanted and she could see that now. However, that is not what she had signed up for and she knew it. Emily trudged to the ladies bathroom and locked herself in a stall. The room was empty so nobody could hear her whimpers and heavy breathing. She was sorely afraid. She didn’t know what her case wound be, but she feared it would be the worst of the worst. She hiked her skirt up and panties down and released a thick torrent of urine into the bowl below. Her stomach churned gravely and her bowels were loosened by nerves. She swept back her thick red hair and wondered why she had chosen this path. She was not cut out for this. She was too afraid. Even the thought of taking her own case had made her pee in her panties, so she feared what the reality what make her do. She feared disgracing herself in front of her colleagues. But for now, she contested herself with wiping her pussy dry, dabbing her damp underwear and telling herself it found all wait until tomorrow. The next day came around faster than Emily could ever have imagined. She had went home immediately after speaking to Mike the day before and upon arriving home she began to drink. By the late evening she had consumed three bottles of wine and had passed out on her sofa. She had slept deeply in a drunken stupor and had missed all the warnings her bladder had sent her. The first she knew of this was when she woke up with a splitting headache, a swirling stomach and a suspiciously wet sofa. At first, Emily merely shifted uncomfortably, happily ignorant to the fact she had wet herself in her sleep. However, her blissful ignorance was soon disturbed when her bladder failed again. For a second time since she passed out Emily started to wet herself. The first she knew of her impending accident was when her crotch suddenly and unexpectedly turned warm. Then, she became aware that the warmth was spreading. Her pussy, ass, back and legs were all warm and she felt a sensation of water or swimming. When she finally became aware of what was happening, she made no effort to fix the situation. Emily remained still, blissfully cocooned in a soothing warmth. She had to move eventually, she knew that, but she wasn’t ready yet. She rubbed the soaked material of her panties and squeezed out a trickle of fresh pee. She rubbed again. Her pussy throbbed and moistened, except now it wasn’t pee that moistened her pussy. She rubbed again. Again. Again. Again. She rubbed herself furiously as her body trembled and tingled. The sensations were building. Her mind and body became numb to all except the sensations of pleasure. Her body trembled and spasmed gently as the pleasure built. She moaned audibly. Her fingers were sticky wet and becoming wetter with every passing second. She rubbed harder, sensing she was close. Her body trembled and she began to pee again. She climaxed. A powerful, pissy climax that made her whole body shudder. She couldn’t move. Her hand remained inside her pissy panties. Then her phone rang. Emily glanced at her phone screen, it was Mike. Emily immediately answered the call, taking not a single second to compose herself after her powerful climax. “Hello?” Emily answered the call. “Good afternoon, Emily” Mike said. Emily senses irritation in his voice and then she filled with panic when she realised it was almost three in the afternoon, she was seriously late. “I’m sorry” Emily said hurriedly “I’ve been held up all day, I’ll be there within the hour” “You’ll be here within thirty minutes or you’ll get your notice tomorrow. Don’t fuck with me Emily. I put my neck out for you, don’t balls it up. Be here in thirty minutes” Mike then ended the call. Emily had half an hour to clean herself up and get to the station. She got up from the sofa and ran to the bathroom. She peeled off her pissy panties and turned on the shower. She discarded her panties into a corner of the room and then she showered thoroughly but quickly. With her hair still wet, she ran into the bedroom and set out her outfit for the day. Black combat trousers, black t shirt, black toe capped boots, this was her uniform. The standard uniform of the Agency. She rushed around looking for underwear and cursed herself when she realised she had no clean panties available. She didn’t debate the problem for long, she would not go commando. She rummaged through her dirty washing and laid out all of her panties in a line on the floor. Her plan was to choose the cleanest and wear them but none were as clean as she would like. In the end, she chose a pair of dark blue bikini briefs which were slightly pee stained but were otherwise clean. She got dressed quickly and brushed her teeth. She was in a rush, she had only fifteen minutes left. With a splitting headache, a swirling stomach and in a generally bad mood, Emily got in her car and drove. To what, she was not sure. Emily arrived in Mike’s office with only a few minutes to spare. She looked well turned out and professional but inside she felt terrible. Her hangover was strong and it was only caffeine and gum that made her situation bearable. Inside the office she found Mike pouring through papers, she knocked on the open door to alert him to her presence. Mike looked up from his papers, “nice of you to join us” he said sarcastically. “I’m sorry” Emily said sincerely. “It’s fine. You’re here now, sit down please” Mike said and then explained to Emily exactly what her case would be. “There’s been some strange happenings over at the old car factory, you know the place? Over past the stadium?” Emily nodded, Mike continued. “It’s a simple case, just go there and see what’s going on. It’s probably just kids but just in case it’s more serious, we’re sending you in with a small team. You should have seen Barbara but because of your timekeeping that’s not possible now. So, go down to the duty room and ask for Sarah and Clara. They’re on your team and going with you to investigate the factory. Don’t forget, this is your case. You are in charge. Now, off you go. Be safe” Emily nodded acceptance of her orders and then left Mike’s office. Emily felt relieved. She had feared a dangerous case but investigating a factory seemed easy. She felt at ease. So, with a steady heart she met Sarah and Clara in the duty room and then, the three ladies went to investigate the car factory. It was almost five in the afternoon when the ladies arrived at the factory. The sun was gloomy grey and seemed to offer nothing but forbidding. The three ladies stepped out from their vehicle and stared at the vast, expansive building that towered in front of them. “I think it’s best if we split up” Emily suggested. The two other ladies murmured agreement. “Sarah, you start at the south end and start making your way north. Clara, you start at the north end and look to meet Sara in the middle. I’ll start from the west and head east, if all goes well we’ll all meet somewhere in the middle. Sound good?” Emily asked and again recurved a murmur of agreement. The ladies set off in their respective directions towards the forbidding factory. The vast building was in neglect and had not seen human activity in many years. All three ladies were nervous upon setting foot in the factory. They had went there expecting kids, but what awaited within was far worse. Emily’s hurried footsteps echoed around the cacophonous space. She was running. She was being chased. Voices spoke in a language she did not understand, but they were getting closer. Emily stepped quickly to the left to hide in a small alcove. She pulled an iron sheet in front of her to act as a door and shield. She was hidden, for the time being at least. She stood bolt upright and perfectly still. Her breathing was laboured but she tried hard to not be heard. The voices were closer now, very close. Emily could hear make voices speaking and they were getting closer. There was a gun shot and the sound echoed throughout the factory. Emily jumped. She was filled with terror. A terror she had never known before. She sobbed silently hoping it would all be over soon or that it was just a bad dream. She didn’t know it, but she was wetting herself. At the sound of the gunshot her bladder had failed and poured its contents down Emily’s legs. She didn’t notice. She was too afraid to notice. Warm urine flowed through her underwear and streamed down both legs. Most trickled gently into her boots, but some flowed over her boots and streamed underneath her iron clad hiding place. An iron clad hiding place that soon descended into chaos. The iron sheet was thrown back. Emily was exposed. The men searching for her had seen her urine trickling from beneath the iron sheet. Emily screamed as the men grabbed her. She wriggled and fought but they were too strong. She screamed for help, but no help came. Emily was dragged to an old shell of a car and forced onto her knees. She was crying and screaming for help but no help seemed near. Emily pleaded but the men ignored her. Emily’s colleagues joined her by the car shell soon later and the ladies were reunified again. All three girls were crying and pleading for mercy. They were all on their knees, terrified and unknowing of what was to come. Emily and Sarah were both soaked in urine. Both girls had lost their bladders when they had been found by the men. The other girl, Clara, seemed to be the only one who had not disgraced herself. The ladies were left alone for ten minutes. They had no idea what their captors were doing. “We have to get out of here” Emily whispered, but she got no response except the constant crying and whimpers from her colleagues. Then the men returned. There were four men. One of them had a gun. The armed man strode towards the ladies and held the gun to Sarah’s head. “Tell me who you are?” The man demanded in an unusual accent. “I’m nobody” Sarah pleaded. “Lies! Truth, or I kill your right now!” The man growled. “It is true! Please!” Sarah pleased. “Kill her” another man called out. The man primed his gun. Sarah screamed a wild scream, a scream made only by one staring death in the face. The man placed his finger on the trigger. “No!” Sarah screamed. The trigger moved. “I’m in charge!” Emily shouted. All four men turned to stare at the young woman. Emily saw their gaze and shuddered. “You’re in charge?” The man with the gun asked in surprise. “I am Emily Fairfax and this is my team!” She screamed angrily. “You? Boss? Boss that pisses herself, yeah right” the man spat in disgust. “Yes. I’ve pissed myself. I pissed myself this morning too, last night I wet the bed. I might be scared but I’m still in charge, so fuck you” Emily said defiantly. The four men looked at each other then looked back at Emily. Urine was pooling around her again. “You piss yourself now?” The man asked. “Yes” she answered defiantly staring the man straight in the eyes. “That’ll do” a male voice called out from the distance. Then it was all over. The voice who called out was Mike Malloy. He strode towards the three ladies snd greeted them a friendly hello. The three girls were in stunned disbelief. The three started at each other as if one of them had an answer. The girls were bewildered and looked at Mike for an explanation. “East girls” he said calmly “it’s all part of the training” he said matter of factly. “Part of the training?” Emily asked in astonishment. “Yeah. We needed to know neither of you would lose your nerve if captured. You all passed” Mikes attitude was verging on insulting and the ladies were becoming angry. “A test? A test? I was terrified” Sarah shouted angrily. “I thought we were all going to die” Clara put in. “It’s over now though” Mike said “you all passed and it’ll be made known that you’re now full inductees. Congratulations! But now, I’ve gotta run” then he left. Just like that. The girls were freed from their bindings and were then left alone. They still didn’t comprehend exactly what had transpired. It felt like a really bad joke, in really bad taste. The three girls were walking back to their vehicle in silence. It was now late evening and the gloomy grey had been replaced by a bright pink hue. Emily decided it was her responsibility to break the silence and lighten the mood. “I hope we have something to sit on in the car, I’m a mess” Emily said. “Me too” Sarah said “that was horrible” Emily nodded agreement. “You must be braver than us” Emily said to Clara. “I’m not” she answered calmly. “You are! Look at me! I’m a mess, I didn’t think it was possible to pee as much as I did” Emily said humorously. “I’m not brave” Clara said again “I wet myself too, probably more than both of you” “Doesn’t look like it to me” Emily said. “I’m wearing a diaper” Clara admitted “I was scared that this might happen, so I wore a diaper. When I get scared I pee, I can’t help it” she said sadly. “Me too” Sarah chimed in. “And me” Emily agreed. “I might have done a little more than pee…” Sarah admitted “when he had that gun at my head I felt like something happened, you know, back there” Sarah said gesturing to her butt. “Let me see and I’ll tell you” Emily offered helpfully. Sarah dropped her soaked black combat trousers to reveal her urine and poop stained underwear. Her white briefs did nothing to hide her double accident. “Is it bad?” Sarah asked. “You’ve definitely had a number two accident” Emily said “but it’s not too bad” “Oh well. Not the first time” Sarah said calmly as she pulled her trousers back up “anyone else shit themselves?” Sarah asked in amusement. “No” Emily said truthfully “but I wet myself two or three times and if I’m being honest, these panties were already pee stained before I wore them this morning. I ran out of clean panties and these were the cleanest I could find” “Sounds familiar” Sarah said with a chuckle. “I’d peed myself before even getting out the car! I just saw the place and it looked so scary, I just peed. Not much but I did” Clara said. “Me too” Emily admitted. “Look at us” Sarah said “three ladies of the elite Ladies Syndicate Enforcement Agency and not a single one of us can control our bladders!” All three girls laughed. This was their first day together. It would not be their last.
  19. Yes. She knew before we became a couple and she has wet herself for me a couple of times and I have done the same in front of her once but it felt weird so I haven’t done it again since.
  20. Electric cars do indeed accelerate faster then combustion cars. With an electric motor there is no lag between pushing the throttle and power delivery, it’s instant. Whereas with traditional combustion there are more moving parts which all require time to react, spool (turbo) and finally drive the pistons.
  21. This. I personally think this is a good differentiator between the two. I would definitely refer to the pictures above as pull-ups, in my mind diapers are much bulkier and have an almost entirely different use case.
  22. I feel like this is something created by video producers so they can add an extra element to their content. I find it hard to believe anyone would actually do this just to make someone feel better.
  23. Fair warning this does contain messing. A few days ago I had a very interesting conversation with my fiancés sister. We were having a conversation about the law and how so many laws are either unsuitable or need adapting for use in the modern world. During the wide ranging discussion I brought up public urination and how people have and can be prosecuted for indecent exposure because of something as trivial as being caught short. Her opinion surprised the life out of me and that is why I’m writing it here. When I asked for her take on the matter she opined thus; “I understand why people do that, most people are brought up to believe anything is better than peeing yourself and because of that, some people go to extreme lengths to avoid this. I actually think this is something society should look at again” I thought her take was both liberal but also very pragmatic at the same time. Neither of these things surprised me that much. In the couple of years I’ve known her, I’ve learnt she is a very good natured person and try’s to see the world in a positive light. To be honest, regardless of my (and our kink as a community) kink I genuinely thought her opinion to be enlightened. Anyway, after listening carefully to her response, I challenged her on what she defined as extreme lengths. “I’m sure we’ve all done it at some point or another and it might be hypocritical to say it, but I think the very manner of holding until it’s painful is extreme. Is it really worth it? When we were younger we all wet ourselves, it’s considered a natural part of human development and nobody bats an eyelid if a young person has an accident and whilst I understand the developmental reasons why this is the case, would it really be so bad to allow adults a similar leeway?” Her question wasn’t rhetorical but I only gave a half answer, I wanted to hear her opinions, untainted by my own. “I’ll put it this way; in any other facet of life it’s considered totally normal and practical to avoid pain and discomfort at just about any cost. Yet, when it comes to bodily functions, it’s the opposite. Society considers pain preferable to potential embarrassment. I’m not saying people should be running around peeing whenever the mood takes them, but rather society should be more tolerable when an accident does occur” She was speaking passionately, as if she really believed strongly in what she was saying. So, I asked how she came to this opinion. “The first time the thought occurred to me was 4 or 5 years ago, (she’s now 25) I was at summer cottage with a friend and their family and we were out on a long walk through the forest. We’d been walking for a while and I needed the toilet. I didn’t know their family well so I didn’t dare suggest going back so I could use the toilet, so I held on. I kept holding on for what felt like a long time, I was in pain. I still remember the panic I felt when my underwear suddenly turned warm, and then my legs, and ankles. I didn’t say anything or make a fuss I just silently had a wee. My first reaction was panic but then I started to think; that wasn’t so bad. My friends’ parents reaction was one of anger. They said I was shameful to be doing that at my age and that I had embarrassed them. I remember crying, but it wasn’t embarrassment, it was their anger that made me cry. I went home the next day and told mum what happened and her reaction was the total opposite, her reaction was like; well, you didn’t turn into dust did you? Do you think you’re the first young woman to have an accident? After this, I really started to think about the morals behind it” I’ll be honest, I was a little aroused listening to her recount this story and I really wanted to know more but it just didn’t seem appropriate, but I did gently probe the subject. I feigned ignorance at her story and just asked; so you wet yourself? “Yes, I’m not even entirely sure it was an accident” when she said this she laughed at the same time as if sharing an inside joke with herself but then went on, “I mean, it wasn’t a choice I made, but neither did I do much to stop it? I don’t know if that makes sense but I think I had unconsciously just given up” Then a thought occurred to me so I asked; why didn’t you pee in the trees somewhere, surely there’s plenty of privacy in a forest? “It wasn’t about privacy, it was about comfort. I didn’t want to pee in the bushes like an animal, I wanted a toilet but I didn’t have one. I never considered peeing in the bushes” I smiled at that. Partly because I admired her conviction, but also because I’m a pervert who wanted to hear more about it, so I said; “so you peed in your pants instead of a bush?” I asked sarcastically. “Yes” she said “and If faced with the same choice I would do it again” “Really?” I asked eagerly in genuine surprise. “Yes. What I learnt that day was that the pain is just not worth it. I was in agony and for what? My dignity? To avoid embarrassment? I didn’t feel any of that. I didn’t turn into dust, I haven’t turned into dust. The only outcome was that at first it made me warm, then it made me cold and then I had to wash some clothes. What’s so bad about that?” I knew she was serious but I could hardly believe it. If I hadn’t of known her so well I would have thought I was being trolled. “When you out it like that…” I said vaguely, as if I knew nothing about such things. “Seriously. The only bad part about it was her parents’ reaction. Without that it’s nothing to make a fuss about. Which proves my point. If society becomes more tolerable, it immediately removes the only bad part about such things” I felt the subject found trail off at this point but I was eager to avoid that outcome. I still wanted to know more, I wanted to dig deeper but I also didn’t want to sound weird. So, I decided to impress upon her academic instincts and challenged her theory. “Yeah…” I said distantly “but one example doesn’t prove a theory, does it? It’s very easy to categorise a single event as not that bad because by its very nature, a one off is just that, a one off event not to be repeated. It just seems too easy to say it’s not that bad. Particularly as time has probably clouded your judgement” Even as I posed my challenge, I was nervous of the response. My fiancée knows of my kink but I didn’t want it to become common knowledge, I really believed I was walking a thin line. Of course, I wasn’t actually in danger of outing this secret but it felt like it at the time. “Fair point” she said “but it’s not a one off event is it” As soon as I heard the words come from her mouth my heart started beating heavier. “It happens loads when we’re children” she said, and immediately my heart sank again. Then she chuckled. “I’m being facetious and hypocritical” she said, still chuckling “I have wet myself since then, it just seems weird to say it out loud” I really couldn’t believe me ears. When I started out down this path by bringing up the public urination, I never once thought it would go this far. I hoped to maybe hear a couple of stories about close calls, but I never would have hoped for an outright admission. However, as surprised as I was I was also aroused by what I was hearing and I didn’t really know how I should react. In the end, I didn’t really react at all, at least as far as I realised. In my mind my face was stone, but I don’t know what the reality was. Nonetheless, whatever by reaction actually was, it couldn’t have been that bad because she continued to talk. “I blame society for that too. It shouldn’t feel strange to say that I have and do wet myself” “So” I said blankly “it’s happened since?” I said trying my best to hide my interest. “Yes” she said “If I’m away from home I will hold until I start to feel uncomfortable and then, if I still have no access to a toilet, I’ll just have a wee wherever I am. That’s how I look at it really. I don’t really see it as wetting myself. I just see it as having a wee, and if I’m having a wee through my clothes, so be it, but I’m still just emptying my bladder” she said seriously. I was staggered by her honesty but I also couldn’t help but agree inwardly at what she was saying. It just sounded so reasonable. “People stare” she said “but I don’t think that’s terribly surprising. One time I was walking back home from the city. It was a Saturday afternoon and the streets were busy. I didn’t know the area well and I didn’t feel comfortable trying to stop in a random bar. So, I just had a wee in my underwear and jeans. That was one of the first times I had done that but it felt good and I didn’t turn into dust. Now it just feels normal. My roommates are used to it. They found it weird at first but now they understand. Really, it just heavy I do more washing than them” she said and then laughed. My penis was hard listening to her words. I hid it as best I found but I wanted to know more. “Does it happen often?” I asked. “Why?” She asked. “I’m just curious” I said as innocently as I could. “We’ve been talking about this for a while, you’ve asked a lot of questions” she said. “It’s an interesting topic” I said. “So, you find me having a wee interesting?” She asked with a hint of something I couldn’t quite identify. “We’ll… um… I don’t know” I stammered. “Do you want to know something interesting?” She asked. “Depends what it is” I said nervously. She said nothing at first, but just smiled. She looked me dead in the eye and held her gaze for several moments. She licked her lip gently and then ruffled her hair. Her eyes never left mine and it felt as though she could see straight through me. “I need a wee” she finally said. I felt like a deer in the headlights. “Well, the um toilet is there” I said meekly gesturing to the bathroom. “The toilet is pointless now” she said. “I don’t know what you mean?” I said honestly, I really didn’t know what was happening. “What’s the point of peeing in a toilet when I’ve already started in my underwear” she said. A moment later she stood up from the sofa. She looked tall stood above me but I knew she was actually much shorter than myself. Her body was lithe and petite and her dark sports style shorts seemed to hug her thighs. My head was at the height of her crotch and being so close, I could make out a faint wetness against her crotch. Then, without a word she dropped her shorts to her ankles. In my face was now her pissy pussy. She wore grey underwear which showed the evidence of her words beautifully. She had indeed already started to pee in her underwear. “A little bird tells me you like a girl with a weak bladder” she said. I stammered some useless noises in reply. “I’m a girl with a weak bladder!” She said in an inflated cute voice “and I realllly need a wee!” I had now realised what was happening but I still didn’t know how to deal with it appropriately. How does someone prepare for such a thing? “Don’t ignore me!” She demanded in a childish manner and then started to wee in her underwear again as if to grab my attention. A trickle of pee bounced off the laminate floor and made a small puddle by her feet. “I’m not ignoring you” I said trying to maintain my compose. “Touch me” she demanded. I didn’t move a muscle at her demand, so she did it for me. She took a firm grip of my right hand and pressed it firmly into her pissy crotch. It felt wonderfully warm. I pressed my fingers gently against her pussy and warm pee began to trickle through my fingers. All of my senses were tingling with delight. “Do you want to know something?” She asked. “Yes” I said somewhat breathlessly. “When I woke up this morning I was horny as hell” she said “I was horny because I woke up in a puddle of wee. I had emptied my bladder in my sleep and I knew nothing until I woke up and I was soaking wet and cold. But being cold is a turn off, so I peed a little more, just to warm myself up. Then, I fingered myself through my pissy underwear and I peed even more as I came. Would you like that? If you had have been there this morning?” “I’d have taken you there and then for being a naughty little girl” I said firmly. She bit her lip. “It’s not that naughty…” she said feigning innocence. “Is it not?” I asked suspiciously. “You’re too innocent for me” she said haughtily. “Try me” I replied. “Do you want to know what I did last week?” I said nothing but just nodded. “Last week I was at the beach with my roommates. I was wearing these shorts and an old pair of purple knickers. I’d already had a wee on the boat on the way to the beach so I was already pissy when I got to the beach. So, later on when I needed a wee again, I just stood and peed in my underwear again. Problem was, I didn’t only need to pee and my rule doesn’t just hold for pee. So, not being one for hypocrisy, I took a poop in my underwear too. How does that make you feel? Knowing that I pooped in my pants” “I don’t believe you” I said teasingly “you’re too much of a good girl for that” I suggested. She stared back at me, her big blue eyes seemed to shimmer. Her brow seemed to be damp with sweat and she was licking her lips regularly. My hand was still resting against her pissy crotch which was now beginning to cool as no more urine had left her body in the last few moments. “You doubt me?” She asked. “You’re too much of a good girl for that. A little bit of wee, sure, but poop? Nope” I said. “Fuck you” she said. A second later warm pee streamed through my fingers again. The urine steam sprayed off in several directions but it all ended up pooling on the floor by our feet. There was a stream running down the inside of bother her legs and a separate torrent seemed to be pouring from her rear end. She took a hold of my hands again and placed them both on her bum cheeks. She was still having a wee and the grey cotton of her rear end was growing darker with every passing second. Her bum was pert and shapely, her perfect shape made more defined by the soaked grey cotton which hugged her contours. Then it happened. A second later she moaned audibly and then true to her word, she took a shit in her underwear. The grey cotton sagged slightly as it struggled to hold the weight of the load she had dropped in there. She continued to moan breathlessly as she forced more and more poop into her beleaguered underwear. All the while she was still peeing and a huge puddle had formed on the floor. I was horny and without even realising it, I had begun to tug myself whilst staring at disbelief at her soiled bum. “Never say I’m a liar” she said. Then she turned around swiftly and saw me tugging myself. She rested her hand on my thigh and gestured for me to stop. “Don’t waste it” she said. Then, she started to lead me towards the bathroom. Her underwear was soaked, they sagged tremendously under the weight of poop she had dropped there and she smelled overwhelmingly of fresh urine and poop. “Look in there” she said gesturing to a wicket basket. I opened the basket and was hit by the unmistakable scent of stale urine. Under her instruction I started to rummage through the laundry and pull out ladies underwear as I found them. I later out 8 pairs of knickers on the floor in front of us. There was a variety, of briefs, boyshorts, hipsters and a thong. “Get closer” she instructed me. I grabbed a pair at random, a pair of purple briefs, and held them to my nose. The aroma of urine filled my nostrils. I looked at the gusset and obvious pee staining was visible. “You like?” She asked. I nodded, so she gestured for me to take more. I went though them all one by one. They were all heavily piss stained and the thong was caked in skid marks and stale urine. “Someone is a messy little girl” I said. “She is” she agreed “but they’re not mine. They’re my roommates” I looked up at her in astonishment. “I thought they were yours?” I said. “Nope. She hasn’t realised that I know. But I’ve known for a while” “How?” I asked in genuine curiosity. “Sometimes it’s as simple as a wet spot on her jeans, sometimes she smells of pee. It’s not difficult” she said evenly “point is though, how you feel now is how I feel when I see her with a pissy wet spot in her jeans. I want her like you want me and you’re going to help me get her” I stared at her blankly unable to fully understand exactly what was happening. I was beginning to think I was being played. “I’m proposing a threesome” she said sensing my confusion “I’m yours right now, but I want you both in the future” she said. I couldn’t resist. I would done anything to have her in that moment. The smell of her piss was enough to drive me crazy, but her soiled bum was the cherry on the cake. “Fine” I said. Then she smiled and then we had sex.
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